Jiang Yao's words were like daggers stabbing into Wen Xuehui's heart, hurting her deeply.
"You do not have to go to Li Ronghui's hometown with me. The next time you see him again, tell him that your father is planning to retire early and does not want to accept students anymore. Let's see what he has to say then." Jiang Yao tugged lightly on Wen Xuehui's shirt. "Li Ronghui is a heartless and egotistical guy. He does not deserve you at all. You might feel devastated now, but trust me, it will all but pass. We have not known each other for long, Xuehui, but I really want you to know that you are my best friend and I will not let you suffer!"
Tears streamed down Wen Xuehui's face. Biting her lips, her response was somewhat muted.
"What do I do, Jiang Yao? I feel so pathetic." Wen Xuehui grabbed onto her chest. "I feel like my heart is splitting apart."