By the flowerbed lined with heart-shaped candles, Liu Xinyue clung to Jiang Xueli, bawling her eyes out.
The cold wind slapped against her face.
Jiang Xueli tried her best to comfort her, but she couldn't help recalling how that so-called 'older boy' had just made out with the girl who confessed to him for a full five minutes. She didn't even want to imagine the immense trauma Liu Xinyue had just suffered, especially since she had stood there and watched the whole thing unfold.
"Stop crying, Xinyue. You have to be strong..."
Liu Xinyue sobbed, tears streaming down her face. Her voice caught in her throat, coming out in broken stutters, "I... I liked him for so many years! I liked him back when we were abroad, and I only came back because he returned to the country for school. I never expected to lose in the end, and to lose so miserably!"
