If she had come earlier, if she had known where Song Ziyu had gone, if she had cared more about Song Ziyu, would such a thing not have happened?
Song Ziyu's body was in pain, but her heart was in even more pain.
She had never felt so bewildered or so sad before, she had never been such a failure!
Had she stood too long at a high place, that when she suddenly fell, she felt like a loser?
She was not a woman who would die just because she lost her virginity; it was not just her body that she lost - her heart was numb with pain, too.
However, Song Ziyu just couldn't understand, what was Su Tianqing's purpose for doing this?
But, no matter what the reason was, she did not want to bother with it anymore.
"Xiaoyan, don't cry, take me home," Song Ziyu said in a low voice.
Song Ziyu lived alone normally. After Xiaoyan took her home, she took a bath and saw that from then on her body would retain the scent of Su Tianqing; her gaze faintly dropped, and then she calmly walked out.
