With utter despair hanging low, Yan Xiaye hesitantly stepped back and ultimately chose to leave.
She could disregard Yan Jianguo's harsh criticism and torment, but she could not ignore the health and feelings of Mother Yan.
Back in the studio, Yan Xiaye sulked as she bent over her design drawings.
Fine lines were slowly sketched across the white paper until they stopped where she lost focus, the tip of the pen remaining on the paper and blurring into various-sized black circles.
Yin Baiyan noticed something was off when she returned and, after peering around a few times, couldn't help but glide his chair over to her side and said cheerily, "Little Xiaye, did someone upset you? Tell your mentor, and I'll sort them out for you!"
As the caring words reached her ears, the tears that Yan Xiaye had held back finally spilled over, one by one crashing onto the paper.