Since ancient times, women have been prone to infatuation, yet their deep emotions are often met with heartless betrayal.
In Xiyuan, how many trees of longing must there be, their arduous love awaiting the cool of nightfall.
Yun Jinnian only felt an itch in her throat, choked and uncomfortable, she turned her head away and did not look at Shi Jiayu, sighing softly instead.
Shi Jiayu, holding a handkerchief to wipe her tears, saw Yun Jinnian seemed somewhat displeased and hurriedly said, "Miss Yun, I am sorry!"
"It's nothing!"
Yun Jinnian responded indifferently, picked up a book to read, but did not turn the pages for a long time.
Shi Jiayu found it strange, this girl younger than herself seemed very aloof.
Yet she was also kind-hearted.
Otherwise, she would not have helped her.
