"Sir, can you close the door? I'd like to speak to my friends alone." Lu Feifan pleaded.
Uncle Liu agreed. He dispersed the onlookers at the door and then closed the door.
As soon as he left, Zi Wan held her breath and instantly felt her forehead drain. She lowered her head and covered her face with her hands, tears pouring out from between her fingers.
"Just now ... Why do you say that?" Lu Feifan asked.
Zi Wan couldn't help but sob. This was her uncontrollable release after her emotions reached their peak.
Su Hanyan shook her head, signaling Lu Feifan not to ask about it for the time being.
She walked up to Zi Wan and gently put her arm around her shoulder. ""It's okay. If you're sad and want to cry, just cry. There are only a few of us here. You can cry as much as you want."
Lu Feifan listened to Zi Wan's suppressed cries and felt very upset.
In fact, he was also very conflicted.
