"Ziyin....." Jian Anning got out of the taxi and immediately sprinted over. However, as she softly called out her name, she saw Zhao Ziyin hugging herself, curled up on a bench next to the plaza, her entire head buried in her knees. Hearing Jian Anning's voice, she lifted her head, the usually radiant and vibrant face was now completely pale, her eyes empty and lost, as if her soul had been sucked out!
Jian Anning didn't understand how a man could have such a huge influence on her! She approached, unsure of how to greet her, her hand hesitating in mid-air for a long time before finally, gently patting her on the back.
Zhao Ziyin leaned into it, her usual efficiency contrasting sharply with how deflated she felt at that moment. After a long while, she said, "It's him again, once more."
Although Jian Anning also held resentment towards Wang Shuoming, she still felt the need to speak a word on his behalf at that moment, so as not to further upset her friend, "Are you sure?"
