"Chen Yang..."
Feeling the warmth of my body, Han Yumeng shivered, attempting to dodge and escape, but I held her tightly, gently stroking her back with my hand.
"Don't move, it's cold, isn't it!"
"Yeah! I'm so cold, so sad... I treated him so well, always thinking of him, giving him everything. I gave so much, why did he still betray me, lie to me?"
"I didn't meet him; I went to where he lives and saw from a distance—he was with another woman, clearly not as pretty as me, but I know, she must come from a better family. I know, he always sneered at my family for being poor."
"But I've tried my best; all the money I earned, I gave to him, to support his studies. He even said that his family was facing difficulties; that's why I borrowed so much..."
Han Yumeng sobbed, her words broken and intermittent, at times as if she were on the brink of passing out.
