On the other end of the phone, Chu Xinian was silent again for a moment.
Qin Yiren held the phone with sweaty palms, her voice carrying a sense of fleeing embarrassment, "Goodbye."
Before she could finish speaking, she hung up the phone without wanting to know Chu Xinian's reaction.
"...Xiaye, am I really a mess like this?"
Throwing the phone aside, Qin Yiren looked up at her friend with a complex expression, murmuring self-deprecatingly, "It's just a few-minute call, yet I can't remain calm or indifferent, letting him have the upper hand."
Yan Xiaye looked at her gently and smiled, taking off her wedding dress and placing it aside, walking over to comfort her, "Yiren, matters of the heart are inherently complex. Whether you like someone or not, you shouldn't force yourself to do anything."
Because, true feelings cannot be hidden...
Qin Yiren nodded gently, no longer wanting to think about the irrelevant matters.
