Meanwhile, Bai Lianhua sat not far away, among the group of unmated or underage females.
Her face was pale, her eyes brimming with tears.
She looked at the seats where Rong Ye and Hu Yan had been.
They were performing for that woman.
Her lips trembled. Her chest ached like something inside her had cracked open.
"How… how could they betray me like this…?" she whispered pitifully.
Her tears fell, one after another, as if her world had ended.
A few soft-hearted females leaned closer, patting her back. "Don't cry, Lianhua… it's okay…"
"Don't worry, you will find the mate you like one day; no need to cry."
They thought Bai Lianhua was crying because no beastmen had proposed to her and she was still single, and in just a few days, she would reach her adulthood.
If she still couldn't find a mate, she would become a laughing stock in the tribe, just like the original Su Qinglan.
So they tried to console her, not wanting to see her crying a river in such a harmonious atmosphere.
