"This is your affair, you don't need to report it to me," Qin Yin said coolly, reaching for another glass of wine.
"Since you say it's our affair, and there's no need to report to you, what exactly are you being sulky about now?" Mu Jinxi asked incomprehensibly, then her gaze landed on Qin Yin's wrist, and although it was covered by a bracelet, the deep scar there was still clearly visible.
She felt a tightness in her throat and suddenly wanted to cry. After all, she had been friends with Qin Yin for so many years, and seeing her at the point of attempting suicide, it still saddened her heart.
Her voice hoarse, she asked, "Why did you try to commit suicide? What exactly happened?"
Qin Yin started to laugh, the kind that made her want to cry, and she tilted her head back, downing another glass of wine.
As she went to grab a third glass, Mu Jinxi stopped her, held Qin Yin's hand, and asked in a raspy voice, "What exactly is going on? Yinyin."
