When Feng Dan woke up, her eyes were so sore, just as she was about to rub them.
Shen Jie had just gone next door to bring some water to the two Zhao sisters.
As soon as she returned to the room, she saw Feng Dan about to rub her eyes, "Don't rub."
Yesterday she cried for so long, which really surprised Shen Jie, but she thought it was good that Feng Dan could cry it out.
Some things, if kept bottled up, are bad for health; as time goes by, it can break a person down.
Back then, there wasn't a term for depression, or if there was, not many people knew about it.
Don't rub your eyes? Feng Dan remembered how she had burst into tears at the dinner table yesterday, crying for such a long time.
"Ahh, how could I start crying, and for so long too?"
"I, I've lost face." Although it was only their eight-person New Year's Eve dinner, they did have dealings with each other regularly.
Looking at Feng Dan, who was embarrassed, Shen Jie said calmly, "It's okay, everyone cried."
