What was the feeling when Ning Yan'er said that?
Oh, it was like my heart was suddenly stabbed hard, almost making her unable to hold on.
Song Qiao looked at Ning Wan, whose face was somewhat pale, and naturally knew that she had been pretending to be strong, let out a barely audible sigh, stepped forward, and hugged Ning Wan's body, "Wanwan, if you want to cry, just cry, my shoulder is temporarily for you."
Song Qiao's voice was gentle, and although Ning Wan didn't want to cry, she inexplicably started crying, tears uncontrollably streaming down.
After a while, Ning Wan's mood slowly calmed down, and she said, "Qiaoqiao, I'm fine now. Thank you."
Song Qiao released Ning Wan, saw her face full of tear stains, didn't ask anything, bent down, and handed her a few tissues, "Really okay now?"
Ning Wan took the tissue and wiped her face. She nodded, "It was uncomfortable just now, but now it's okay."
