Ke'er lay on the bed with a pale face, her eyes dull, like a flower withering rapidly. Zengjin held her hand distressedly, warming the coldness in her hand.
However, her eyes were red and she shed tears. Naturally, she learned from the doctor what caused Ke'er to have signs of severe bleeding.
"The doctor said you need to rest for at least a week. I will help you take a week off," Zeng Jin said.
Ke'er sighed slightly. She just hoped that during the week she left, the members of Team A would no longer have to be tortured by Leng Jianan.
Zeng Jin sobbed, and suddenly her expression changed. Sadness turned into anger. She gritted her teeth and said, "Ke'er, tell me who that heartless man is. I will never forgive him."
Ke'er shook his head slightly and said weakly: "Forget it, you will taste the bitter fruit you brewed."
"Ke'er, tell me, even if I can't help you, if you tell me, you won't feel so depressed."
Can you tell me? Can that name be announced to the world?
Tears burst out of Ke'er's eyes. She had been resisting everything alone. Even her best friend didn't dare to tell her, and she wanted to lean on a shoulder to talk about her grievances and pains.
But her former identity has brought about the bitter consequences now, and whose sympathy does she hope to win?
"Tell me, Ke'er, we are best friends, aren't we? Remember when we were in college, I, you, and Wei Xin, the three of us always talked, whispered, and had intimate conversations
After I told you that I had a crush on a senior, it was you and Weixin who planned a chance encounter that made me get to know him. Although we only had a short relationship with him for a month, it was enough to keep the three of us happy for a long time. So, Ke'er,
We are best friends who talk about everything.”
"Jinjin, I can't say it. I'm afraid that if I say it, you will look down on me."
"Nonsense" Zeng Jin cried together, "Look at how painful and hurt you are now, how could I look down on you? Is our friendship so shallow?
Only men’s so-called love is bullshit and shallow. Who is he? Tell me Ke’er, if you can’t bear it, I will curse his ancestors for you for eighteen generations.”
Ke'er smiled softly. Zeng Jin always had this temperament. Sometimes he was very infatuated, and sometimes he was very boyish.
Ke'er's hand gradually became warm in her hand. Not only the warmth of a man can warm the heart. Ke'er's heart warmed up, and a sentence burst out of her mouth.