Wei Anning kept shaking her head, "I don't know, I'm so confused, I don't know what to do, I..."
"Anning, I understand how you feel, there, there, no more crying," Yan Nanfei pulled her up from the ground, "Okay, don't sit on the floor, I'll take you back to your room and help you hang up your clothes."
Wei Anning looked at Yan Nanfei with embarrassment, "Nanfei, do you think I'm being too melodramatic?"
"Which girl in love isn't melodramatic? And with so much happening, Anning, I understand your conflicting feelings—you want to forgive him but also feel aggrieved. It's fine, girls should regard themselves as princesses, occasionally be melodramatic and willful, make them anxious, because who are we? We're the creatures that bleed seven days a month and don't die."
Wei Anning's sorrowful mood was instantly lightened by Yan Nanfei's joking.
