At this point, Qiao Anhao's tears had already started to fall.
Below the stage, the expression on the judges and the audiences' faces became a little tense.
Qiao Anhao tried hard to curve the corner of her lips, as she slowly continued, "There was a time when he left me. Before he left, he sent his friend an email. The email was really long, and it took up four pages of a five inch phone screen. Besides the first page, where he had to clarify some matters, every other word of the three pages after were about a woman. Even the very last sentence had my name in it."
