Yang Ruxin didn't stop her, letting Wei Yao cry her heart out, just handing her a handkerchief twice.
After a while, Wei Yao finally calmed down on her own, both handkerchiefs soaked with tears: "Xinxin, I've lost my composure."
"It's okay, there are no outsiders here." Yang Ruxin smiled, gesturing for Du Juan to go out and ask someone to bring in some water, "It's not losing composure, you'll feel better after crying."
Qiqiao helped Wei Yao wash her face again.
"Xinxin, actually, I feel ashamed to face you." Wei Yao took a sip of warm water, feeling much calmer, "When I first befriended you, I thought you were especially smart, and so impressive, not even afraid of the Shen Family. Later, seeing those gloves and other things you made, I really thought they were great, and genuinely wanted to collaborate for a win-win, especially with the dolls later on..."
