The autumn rain kept pouring down, heavier and heavier. Xu Wei walked alone in the rain, completely drenched, yet seemingly oblivious to it.
At that moment, her gut felt as if it was covered in ashes, her heart incredibly heavy.
Wei Sen had mentioned that person's name, filling her with despair.
Song Xiaoqian, the young miss of the Song Family, the beloved pearl in Song Zhongda's palm. Not only was she beautiful, but she was also a celebrated talented young lady, currently studying at the School of Arts at Chujiang University. Mention the name Song Xiaoqian at Chujiang University, and there was nobody who didn't know it.
Xu Wei prided herself on her beauty, but when compared to Song Xiaoqian, whether in terms of family background, beauty, or talent, she was far inferior, therefore she didn't have any grounds to compare herself with Song Xiaoqian.
The girl Wei Sen admired was Song Xiaoqian, and this filled her with utter disillusionment.