An hour later, Sheng Tang finally returned to the private room.
Bai Shaolin had already left.
The other classmates were still there, playing games and discussing what had happened earlier.
As Sheng Tang walked in, everyone gathered around her: "How is Feng Yijin?"
"She's fine. I called a taxi for her, and she's gone home. It was hard to find a cab tonight, so that's why it took so long," Sheng Tang replied.
She didn't mention that her casual words had brought Feng Yijin to tears.
Feng Yijin had cried like her heart was breaking.
No one can fully empathize with another person's emotions. At least, at the moment when Feng Yijin broke down, Sheng Tang couldn't feel that avalanche of despair.
Feng Yijin had sobbed until she was almost out of breath.
Although they had many conflicts before, Feng Yijin had given her a packet of tissues, which seemed to reconcile their differences with a laugh.
