Shen Wenxiang cried for a while before stopping, and her girlfriend cautiously asked, "Xiangxiang, did you confess and fail again?"
Shen Wenxiang nodded with tears in her eyes, and her friend sighed internally, encouraging her, "It's okay, then next time we'll..."
"There won't be a next time." Shen Wenxiang stood up; there would be no next time.
Seeing Shen Wenxiang's determined look, her friend didn't say more. In fact, she had long wanted to persuade her to give up, but didn't know how to bring it up. Now seeing her take the initiative to say so, she felt relieved: "Xiangxiang, it's good you've come around. You actually deserve better."
Shen Wenxiang forced a smile and said nothing.
