Yan Yuexian ran off covering her face.
The commotion was so big that many people looked over, recognized her, and started gossiping nonstop, like poking at her spine.
Yan Yuexian was on the verge of collapse.
She wanted to leave this place, someone take her away, someone save her.
Brother, aunt, cousin, Brother Rui, where are you, why aren't you coming to save me.
Tears streamed down Yan Yuexian's face; facing so many people's scrutinizing gazes made her feel dizzy.
The more tears flowed, the dizzier she felt, and the images before her eyes became increasingly blurry.
She suddenly felt so tired, so powerless, her eyes went black, and her body directly fell limp.
However, just as she was about to collapse, a hand suddenly caught her waist and steadied her.
Before her consciousness faded, Yan Yuexian suddenly saw a familiar face.
"Xia Weibao..."
When she woke up again, it was already evening.
