Yang Yuran really wanted to give Hen Ningyue her doctor friend's phone number so the latter could go see a doctor first. She bit back her words again and again, refraining from further provoking the heartbroken soul.
As she mulled over the words to use, a torrent of tearful complaints filled her ears.
"Yuran, this afternoon, Li Shuo's good buddy sent me a video. I saw Li Shuo drinking alone. He must be in pain to be drinking by himself like that."
Yang Yuran didn't join in the conversation. What could she say? If she were to tell the truth, that Li Shuo had staged the whole thing, Ningyue would probably refuse to believe her without evidence, and then things would really become messy for her. But to keep lying? She was especially resistant to continuing to help Li Shuo deceive such a devoted girl.
While she remained silent, Hen Ningyue continued to pour out her grievances and thoughts.
