Ye Yuwei stroked Wen Shan's shoulder gently, calming her as she cried.
Wen Shan cried for nearly ten minutes before she slowly lifted her head from Ye Yuwei's shoulder. Her eyeliner was smeared, leaving trails of black tears on her face.
"I don't care that he doesn't like me, but why does he have to be so harsh?" Wen Shan sobbed.
Ye Yuwei helped Wen Shan sit down. She passed her a tissue to wipe her tears and said, "Don't take his words to heart, I'm sure he is not against you."
"Of course, I know he isn't against me. He is against himself. He can just scold me if he doesn't like me, why did he have to say that he is bad and dirty, and that I'm out of his league?" Wen Shan groaned. She took the tissue from Ye Yuwei and wiped her face roughly, smearing her makeup all over her face.
Ye Yuwei, on the other hand, was stunned by what Wen Shan was saying.
