Su Xiaowan was caught red-handed. Her face turned red with anger, she shouted, "Jealous, you wish! It's none of my business whether you go or not. I am tired, I need to rest, good dogs don't stand in the way."
After speaking, she pushed Han Dongchen away and entered her bedroom, slamming the door shut behind her.
Leaning against the door, Su Xiaowan's face glowed red, a hint of a smile curling at the corners of her lips. All the unhappiness, pressure and frustrations of the past few days seemed to vanish into thin air.
Then, with a twinkle in her eyes and a tear lingering at the corner, and the corners of her mouth lifting uncontrollably after a big sigh of relief, she laid down on the bed and covered her head with the quilt.
Han Dongchen stood outside Su Xiaowan's door for some time, recalling the moment he told her she was jealous. Her face was flushed.
