Hen Ningyue stared vacantly for a long time, her entire body limp as she sat on the ground, crying uncontrollably.
The knocking grew more fierce, as if Yang Yuran and the others didn't open the door soon, the people outside were prepared to break in.
Yang Yuran grasped Hen Ningyue's shoulders tightly and shook her hard.
Sparkling tears fell with the shaking, spattering on Yang Yuran's 'abusive' hands, then rolling down to Hen Ningyue's self-harming fingertips.
To outsiders, it would definitely seem that Yang Yuran was cruel.
However, she never stopped until Hen Ningyue's eyes refocused, brimming with tears as she looked at her.
"Come to your senses? Once you're sober, pull yourself together and don't waste the path Mr. He painstakingly paved for you."
Yang Yuran pressed, her voice low.
