She stared blankly at Lu Yin, and before she knew it, her eyes were brimming with tears.
"Don't cry." Lu Yin sighed, helping her sit up and pulling her into his embrace.
Gently patting her back, he said, "Don't cry, Qiaoqiao."
"Lu Yin, what should I do..."
The whole country knows about her being raped. How could she face anyone from now on?
"You did nothing wrong; you are the victim. There's nothing to be ashamed of." Lu Yin comforted her, "The netizens are just being misled right now; they will see the truth eventually."
Moreover, mocking and cursing a victim is not something a conscientious person would do.
The keyboard warriors just care about venting their dominance, indifferent to the depth of trauma it causes to the victim.
Qiao An lay on his chest, clutching the front of his shirt, burying her head deep into his embrace.
There was a wetness on his chest, and Lu Yin sighed, "Qiaoqiao, don't be sad, I'm here with you."
"What to do… what to do…"
