Qin Yin laughed as well, turning to see that Shun Yao was sitting in her own seat, the air about her heavy with sorrow. She held sketches and a paintbrush in her hand, but the paper in front of her remained blank.
Zhao Honghong whispered, "She has been sitting there like that since she got back, just staring off into space."
Qin Yin quietly stood behind Shun Yao for a while, watching her. Although she knew that Shun Yao must have had her reasons for providing false testimony this time, it made her upset and bewildered.
She was no Holy Mother, capable of smiling in the face of betrayal.
At most, she simply chose not to take revenge.
So, without saying anything, Qin Yin picked up her own things, settled into her own seat, and began to seriously design the sketches for her upcoming fashion exhibition.
She hadn't expected Shun Yao to initiate a conversation.
Shun Yao stood beside her, softly calling out, "Qin Yin."
Qin Yin turned her head, gazing back with a wintry look.
