Had she really misunderstood Luo Xueshu?
How could this be...
Lu Yinfeng looked around blankly, her distressed gaze finding no focus.
She felt extremely embarrassed now.
She dared not look at Mo Nanze, Yan Sijia, and even less at Luo Xueshu.
Luo Xueshu put down her phone, her face streaked with tears.
She stared steadily at Lu Yinfeng, her voice trembling, "Yinfeng, I actually know you have some misunderstandings about me, I've always wanted to find a chance to talk to you about these matters..."
Luo Xueshu took a deep breath, as if making a great resolution.
She raised her hand to wipe her tears.
When she lowered her hand, a slender, lean, clean, and distinctly boned large hand appeared in front of her.
In the palm of the hand, there lay a dark cyan handkerchief.
"Use this."
The voice of Mo Nanze was very gentle, yet faintly tinged with concern.
Mo Nanze knew what Luo Xueshu was about to say.