"Come, have a cup of hot cocoa."
After returning home, Liu Yumeng held a cup in her hands as she pushed open the door of the room to find Luo Xiyun sitting on the bed, arms wrapped around her knees, her face buried in her legs, motionless.
She sat down beside the bed and patted Luo Xiyun's hand.
Luo Xiyun didn't move, as if she hadn't heard her, and said with a thick nasal voice, "He didn't come after me…"
Liu Yumeng, still holding the cup, looked at her and felt a bitterness in her heart.
Ever since she had known her, she had always been proud and independent, never showing the slightest interest in any man. Although sometimes Liu Yumeng found her quite annoying, there were times she truly envied her, wishing to live as carefreely as her.
Now, seeing her like this, Liu Yumeng realized that she, like all women in the world, could cry over a man.
