Wen Xian gently patted her little shoulder with one hand while tenderly wiping away her tears with the other, and whispered softly:
"Don't be upset, he's not worth it. Don't worry, your sister-in-law will avenge you."
Li Zaijun choked up, her eyes brimming with tears:
"Actually, I don't want to be entangled with him anymore. I just feel so tired, I think love isn't for me, and I don't want to care so much about anyone anymore. Men are all big pigs' trotters, they're not worth it."
Wen Xian's heart trembled slightly.
Perhaps many girls think this way when their feelings are hurt.
But, not everything should be generalized.
She thought carefully and when she spoke again, she slowly said:
"Junjun, actually, the significance of every event we experience isn't to define you but to guide you. You've suffered a setback, but you've also gained experience, so you won't make the same mistake in future relationships."
As she spoke, she paused, then continued:
