Su Yao now is so eager to leave this room and get far away from him.
She doesn't even know what's wrong with her; she just feels ignited with rage, the kind that won't subside for quite a while.
Not only is she angry, but she also feels distressed, and she even senses a hint of grievance, though she can't figure out what she's feeling aggrieved about.
It's such a trivial matter. Who he meets, talks to, or spends time with, what's that got to do with her? Why is she being so sensitive?
Her mind is a mess, her thoughts are chaotic, and thus, the direct consequence is that she doesn't want to see him at all right now; she needs to calm down.
Lu Ci sighs and pulls her back with a yank.
Su Yao staggers backward, and her elbow hits the wall exactly at the wrong spot, causing so much pain that she gasps and her eyes well up instantly.
"Don't cry."
Lu Ci sees her tears swirling in her eyes and chickens out.
"I won't meet her again, okay?"
