"It's precisely because I've cried that I've let go, and I don't like him anymore," said Lin Xileng casually, but her heart ached.
Having cried but still not letting go, yet unable to voice it out, that was the most painful.
"Xiaoxi, if you still like my brother, I would tie him up and bring him to you. Don't deceive yourself, and don't bear it alone — having a crush is too painful."
Han Yingying gripped Lin Xileng's hand tightly, speaking earnestly.
She knew matters of the heart couldn't be forced, but she couldn't bear to see her best friend in pain.
Lin Xileng's heart warmed, and she humorously flicked Han Yingying's forehead: "Your brother is very handsome, but he's not the only good-looking guy in this world."
"That's right, my Xiaoxi will definitely meet a better man. Whether sweet or painful, when you meet someone you like, tell me right away. I'll always stand by your side. If he dares to bully you, I'll bring the bridesmaids' squad to back you up."
