Xia Yuan soon regretted it, realizing that feelings are something that can never be suppressed. The more you try to suppress them, the stronger they become.
Neither can getting angry with the other person alleviate the situation.
Riddled with regret just after stepping out of the small motel, Xia Yuan wondered why she had said what she did. If Yang Fan were really angry and never paid her any attention from now on, what then?
After all, Yang Fan had no feelings for her; it was she who was hot-headed and chasing after him. Now she had stormed off in a huff—wasn't that just making herself miserable?
Thinking of this, she instinctively wanted to turn back and make things right with Yang Fan.
But her pride made it difficult to swallow her anger, especially since Yang Fan's attitude had been particularly disgusting just now.
She had given him money with the best of intentions, without meaning any insult. It was entirely because she had feelings for him that she had done so.
