Just as she entered the bedroom, she heard a knock at the door. Chi Xiaoyu opened it to find Han Yi standing at the entrance, looking somewhat restrained and as if she had been crying, with her eyes red and swollen.
"Han... Yi, have you been crying?"
"Xiao Yu, I'm really sorry about last time! It's all my fault, I dragged you into it," Han Yi's voice was a bit hoarse.
It was apparent that since she returned from North Iceland, she seemed to be having a hard time.
It's no wonder, after the way her fiancé had treated her, she probably couldn't be happy.
"It's okay, we're all family, and it's right to help each other out... Just out of curiosity, your relationship with Tingxuan seems a bit stiff! Is there some kind of misunderstanding between you two? Do you need my help to mediate?"
Chi Xiaoyu did feel fond of Han Yi, although a bit soft, but she was genuinely a woman with true feelings.