How could this just go away?
How could this be ignored?
She stood by his side, defended him, but what use was it?
She herself felt confused and didn't know what to do, so how could she help Lang Lin?
"Jiujiu," Lang Lin called out to her softly, with a gently affectionate tone that made Wen Jiujiu's heart skip a beat.
She thought she was in trouble.
She couldn't take it anymore.
In the end, tears uncontrollably rolled down, pitter-pattering as they fell.
She stood on the balcony, in front of her a pot of vigorously growing potted plants, with tears hitting the green leaves just like the dewdrops of early morning.
After a while, Wen Jiujiu finally uttered a soft "mm-hmm."
"This matter's impact on me isn't that great," Lang Lin said deliberately, pausing for a while before adding, "You don't need to worry."
"Mm-hmm," Wen Jiujiu sobbed and nodded, though in truth she was extremely worried.