I hate myself

Qin Yan's face was cold. She took out a tissue from her bag and wiped away Qiao Qing's tears bit by bit.

Sun Qinglian's smug expression froze for a moment. Who is this person? Qin Yan walked closer so the people standing there finally saw her face clearly. Her skin was as smooth as cream and her face was like a peach blossom. All the beautiful descriptions in the world could be used to describe her. She was like the most beautiful flower in the world, so beautiful that it could capture one's soul. Damn.

"Student Sun, right? And the students from acting department," Qin Yan looked at them coldly, the corners of her eyes slightly raised. "Is it fun to mock others? Does it feel good picking on the pain of others?"