"She is Li Zhaojun..." Ye Fan said.
"Ah!" Lu Xiaoman let out a cry of despair, covering her mouth with her jade-like hand as tears could no longer be held back, spilling out.
If it had been any other woman, she would have had the confidence to compete, but facing Li Zhaojun, she felt only despair, deep despair.
She collapsed onto the couch, powerless, silently sobbing.
Ye Fan's gaze returned to Lu Xiaoman and, seeing her in such pitiable state, it felt as though his heart was being torn in two. He couldn't help but reach out to steady Lu Xiaoman's shoulders.
Lu Xiaoman immediately threw herself into Ye Fan's arms, beginning to sob, crying, "Why did you have to tell me? Why? Wouldn't it have been better if you'd kept it a secret from me? I'm so foolish; you could have kept it from me forever..."
Listening to Lu Xiaoman's lament, Ye Fan felt a sting in his nose, softly patting Lu Xiaoman's back as he took a deep breath and said, "Xiaoman, I'm sorry..."