This weekend, Wen Sheng wallowed in sleep at home all day for two days.
Zhu Qingjia couldn't get in touch with her and anxiously went to her house for a visit, upon which she found out that Fu Yanlin and Wen Sheng had completely parted ways.
As for what Fu Yanlin said, Wen Sheng didn't mention a word, she just said, "Jiajia, let me sleep. When I wake up, I'll go to work — everything is over, I won't be sad."
Wen Sheng's tone was very calm, her voice faint, like she had a cold with a bit of nasal sound. Zhu Qingjia knew she hadn't cried, but this state made her feel more uncomfortable than if Wen Sheng had bawled her eyes out.
She would rather Wen Sheng have a good cry to vent her emotions than to hold everything in.
The less Wen Sheng talked, the more Zhu Qingjia could guess how hurtful and nasty Fu Yanlin's words must have been.
They had been best friends for over a decade. The last time Wen Sheng was this despondent was when her uncle died in a car accident.
