Her body had not yet recovered fully, and Yu Sixing didn't know how to restrain himself, so she had long felt too tired to stand. Coupled with an emotional breakdown, the double assault left Xue Feifei squatting by the street, clutching her phone, unable to control the tears streaming down her face.
At the street side, traffic was constantly flowing and groups of people were passing by. Amid all the noise - the clamoring voices, car horns, and hawkers calling out to attract customers - her sorrowful sobbing drowned out, making it seem insignificant.
Lu Weixi was on the other end of the line, she didn't utter a single word but didn't hang up either. She probably guessed that Xue Feifei was in pain, but since she did not know what had specifically happened and chose not to speak up, she was left quietly listening.
After what felt like an eternity, Xue Feifei roughly wiped the tears from her face with the back of her hand, making a fist as she did so.
