"Qinglan, can you stop overthinking? Old Yin has already taken down the news online; no one will remember anymore. Besides, this isn't your fault. Let's just pretend nothing ever happened."
Nangong Li's slender fingers gently wiped tears away from Qinglan's eyes as he comforted her tenderly.
Upon hearing this, Qinglan's damp eyelashes trembled slightly, her voice hoarse with the aftermath of crying, "How is it not my fault? How could I have such thoughts about my brother? How can I face him in the future?"
Her painstakingly suppressed feelings had been so blatantly exposed to the public.
She had even shamelessly clung to her brother, demanding his affection and kisses!
How could she be so indecent, so disgraceful?
She could not bear to face Yin Moran, nor endure the strange looks from others!
Why not just end it all?
Qinglan bit her lip, pressing so hard that her increasingly pale lips began to show signs of strain.