The silver needles were already at her fingertips, but a tiny shred of compassion stopped Qin Mei from plunging them into Qiao Wei's neck. Qin Mei put the needles away and repeatedly told herself what to do.
'Forget it. Qiao Wei's heartbroken. I should be helping her, not kicking her while she's down.'
Qiao Wei hugged Qin Mei and cried for a long time, smearing her exquisite makeup and leaving her eyes swollen. She cried her heart out, but Qin Mei didn't offer a single word of comfort. Qiao Wei was on the verge of a breakdown, starting to question her existence. 'Didn't Qin Mei come to comfort me?'
Sobbing, Qiao Wei let go of Qin Mei and stared at her through blurry, tear-filled eyes. "Mei, aren't you here to comfort me?"
Finally free, Qin Mei stretched her sore back. Her nose was uncomfortably stuffy, so she pulled a tissue from her pocket to blow it.
