Her tone was cold, eyes unwavering: "Can you think about it properly, would I look down on you? I've known all along and still stayed by your side, urging you to see a therapist, is that disdain? What I want is nothing more than your honesty."
"What angers me is that you didn't tell me, what angers me is that you shoulder everything yourself, pretending to be unfazed, but in reality, you're more exhausted than anyone."
The more Song Yi spoke, the more her nose tingled with emotion, her heart wrenching, and her eyes felt warm, misting over with tears.
She avoided looking at Tang Si, turning her eyes away, choking up slightly, with her view blurred by tears, yet she suppressed her grief and continued: "Conversely, I worry about you being overwhelmed, that negative emotions impact your condition, afraid to tell you anything."
"I fear that after telling you, you'd worsen, unable to bear it, and then what am I to do? I'm also afraid that exposing you directly would hurt your pride."
