Listening to Rong Yanqiao's story, Tang Xi bit her lip hard.
She didn't dare to imagine the pain her good friend had endured.
The kind of despair she had gone through.
She hugged Rong Yanqiao.
"It's all in the past, everything is over!" Tang Xi held her tight.
There was much Rong Yanqiao wanted to say, but at that moment, all she could do was to hug Tang Xi tightly, resting her chin gently on her shoulder, whispering into Tang Xi's ear, "Tang Xi, my best friend, you will definitely find happiness."
She had so much more to say, but.
"Yanqiao, we must be going—"
Rong Qingze stood three or four meters away from them, a faint smile hanging on his lips as he watched them.
Rong Yanqiao slowly let go of Tang Xi, "I have to go first."
Tang Xi clutched at her hand, reluctant to let go.
Rong Yanqiao smiled, tear tracks glittering at the corner of her eyes, "I'm just off to shoot a film, things are really hectic, my second uncle is taking me to Xiangshan... we'll chat on WeChat."
