On the way home, Su Mian looked out of the car window with a worried face, her whole being sunk in low spirits.
Lu Rui, seeing her distress, wrapped his arms around her shoulders and comforted her in a gentle voice, "Still angry?"
Su Mian turned her gaze away from the window and sighed deeply, "I'm not angry at Ye Miaoshan; I'm angry at Afan."
"Why are you angry at him?" Lu Rui stroked her back, "All right, don't be angry now."
Su Mian pouted and leaned into Lu Rui's embrace, her voice low, "I'm upset that he doesn't trust me. If it weren't for everything that happened today, I would have never known he had reservations about me. Although the misunderstanding is cleared up now, it's impossible for me to feel the same way about him as I did before."
Once the seeds of doubt are planted, they are hard to uproot.
She is being doubted now, who knows if something like this will happen again in the future, she doesn't want to get hurt again.
