Zhuo Qianyun was startled. She could tell something was wrong from Ling Yiran’s voice. "What's wrong? Did something happen?"
"Yes. I'll tell you about it some other day." Ling Yiran tried hard to make herself sound natural. "Please tell Lil Yan I'm sorry that I can't treat him to cake today. I'll buy him a cake some other day."
"If you’re facing any difficulties, come to me. I may not be able to help you much, but it's good to have one more person for advice," said Zhuo Qianyun.
She thought of Yiran as a friend.
Since her release from prison, she had left her hometown to avoid Ye Wenming and cut off ties with all her former friends. It was safe to say that she only had a few friends around her now.
The only person she could call a friend was Yiran!
"Thank you, Sis Zhuo. Don't worry. I'll be alright," said Ling Yiran before finally ending the call.
'Yeah, I'll be alright. I just got my heart broken again. I just fell from heaven to hell yet again.
'No, it's not hell. At least it's better than the last time I was wrongly imprisoned.
'Now, at least I'm free to go wherever I want and do whatever I want!
'Instead of just sitting in jail where I get punched and kicked, having to live every day in fear!'
Ling Yiran looked at the phone that was in her hand. It was her old phone from before.
She had broken the new phone Yi Jinli bought her on the hill yesterday, so she put her sim card back into the old phone she had switched from but could not bear to throw away.
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