Perhaps it was just to clear her head. Then she could finally purge him from her heart.
The quarreling had been going on for a long time, and Chen Ying had been standing there just as long.
"Cousin, you're back."
Upon hearing the voice, Chen Ying snapped back to reality. When she looked up, she saw a disheveled Chen Fang. There was a clear red mark on her cheek, and her eyes were rimmed with red, a clear sign she had been crying.
"Ah Fang, you..."
Chen Fang covered her face in embarrassment, hardly daring to meet her cousin's eyes. "Cousin, I'm okay."
Indeed, no matter the situation, she could never hold her head high in front of her cousin.
"You look hurt. Come over to my house, I'll put some ice on it for you," Chen Ying said, leading Chen Fang toward her home.
