Emergency Room.
Miss Song Wanqiu had only been a bit startled and was otherwise unharmed.
Shen Yan, wearing Gong Chen's coat, stood at the foot of the bed, tears streaming down her face, looking even more pitiful and miserable than Wanqiu who had fallen into the water.
Leaning against a soft pillow, Wanqiu silently wept without waiting for Shen Yan to explain.
"Third Young Master, it was my fault. I misunderstood that Shen Yan had some intentions towards you, so I took your coat and... I accidentally hit her."
"I just didn't expect her to suddenly push me into the lake like she was insane. Luckily, you arrived in time, otherwise, I couldn't even imagine the consequences."
She didn't appear pitiful and frail like Shen Yan; instead, she elegantly wiped her tears, perfectly embodying the composure befitting a lady of her status.
Both were crying, but it was obvious who cried more beautifully.