Yan Huan's heart was filled with unspoken anger as she ran out of Ji Chuan's house and went downstairs.
Her emotions just spiraled out of control and needed a moment to calm down.
Leaning against a sycamore tree, she looked up at Ji Chuan's window, recalling the scene that had just unfolded, and couldn't help but let tears fall.
"Yan Huan, don't cry! You're pathetic! It's just a man." Yan Huan wiped her tears messily to comfort herself.
Before, when she didn't have a man, she did just fine, didn't she?
Without anyone, Yan Huan could still go on.
Usually, this self-comfort felt useful to Yan Huan. But this time, it was entirely ineffective. Every time she thought of the gentle way Ji Chuan treated her in the past, her tears flowed even more.
Ji Chuan, you bastard!
I fell into the trap you set, and you just turned around and left.
Yan Huan was wiping her tears when she heard a string of footsteps behind her; she turned abruptly to see Ji Chuan chasing after her.
