C499 Chapter 499

As soon as Moh Yao got back to her bedroom, the tears started falling. Truth was, she was just sensitive—she cried easily. It wasn’t like she was truly devastated. She’d only worked herself up.

Qingshui felt like crying too. When Moh Yao was hurting, she hurt; when Moh Yao was in a good mood, she felt lighter too.

Sitting in the corner with her chin in her hand