Jia Qiulian's eyes turned red when she saw this message. She sniffled in grievance and typed on her phone. "I am at home."
Not long after, Han Cihui's reply came. "Why did you come home?"
The more Han Cihui asked, the more Jia Qiulian felt wronged. As she was alone, she did not hold back and let her tears fall.
"I didn't feel well, so I went home."
"Not feeling well? Where do you feel uncomfortable?"
Jia Qiulian did not answer. She put her phone aside and lay down on the sofa. She began to cry sadly.
She felt uncomfortable.
Very uncomfortable!
She did not like being the center of attention. She did not like people pointing at her and scolding her wherever she went.
What was her fault?
Why did she have to endure all of this?
Half an hour later, Han Cihui returned.
When he saw Jia Qiulian lying on the sofa with red eyes, his anxious heart suddenly became sad.
