Ye Xuefu finished speaking, then clutched her chest in pain, as if someone had drawn out her sinews and bones, and she weakly knelt on the ground with tears streaming down her face.
Her crying was not loud, but her appearance was wretched, as if she had suffered a great injustice.
Regaining his composure, Shao Jingxuan hurried forward and tightly embraced Ye Xuefu, "Xuefu, don't cry."
"Brother Xuan, what should I do? Ranran really hates me... She really wants me dead..." Ye Xuefu cried breathlessly, her entire being nestling in Shao Jingxuan's arms.
Ye Ranran was full of ellipses.
She didn't say anything, and this person just knelt on the ground on her own, appearing as if she had been gruesomely tortured—it was truly the hallmark of a master 'white lotus', hooked on acting.
"Ye Ranran, you've gone too far!" Shao Jingxuan roared in anger.