Making Up

Jing Yao could hear the emotions in Zhu Ling's words and her heart ached. She had never seen Zhu Ling like this.

Zhu Ling had always been energetic. Back then, when the two of them were at Stardust, they were suppressed by their superiors and ostracized by their colleagues. At that time, Zhu Ling would still comfort her with a smile every day, spinning continuously like a top that would not stop, winning her a lot of resources.

At that time, her psychological barrier was at its worst. She kept feeling that her heart was covered in dense shadows, and everything she saw was dim. She didn't know what she would have done without Zhu Ling.

"Lingling, I'll come to the studio to find you now," Jing Yao said as she lifted the blanket and prepared to get up.

Liang Xun's eyelids twitched. How could he let Jing Yao go out in such weather? The road was so slippery. He would regret it for the rest of his life if Jing Yao fell.