As Sophia gradually calmed down, Stella sat by her side all along. She had spent years pursuing the dream, cautiously struggling to care for it all the way.
In the end, it was destroyed. Stella could sense her discomfort. However, Stella couldn't hold Sophia in her arms, pretending to hypocritically comfort her, but she could indeed not say anything to mock or add salt to the wound.
However, she couldn't say something like, "It's not your fault, cheer up..."
It was because she was not a saint. She could not forget all the harm others had brought to her. In the past, she had been weak and dull, but right now, it's different. She knew what kind of hurt could be forgiven and those that couldn't. With such prolonged grievance between her and Sophia, even if Sophia knelt on the ground to apologize to her, she could not forgive her right away and befriend her.
She was just a normal person. To her, there was nothing wrong with her idea.