Watching Ye Que unhesitatingly throw the camera away, Chi Zaozao stared at her blankly, feeling a wave of sourness in her throat. A sharp pain made her open her mouth, but she couldn't say a word.
Her eyes felt as though sand had gotten into them. A dry blink made tears roll hotly down from the base of her eyes.
In that camera were many things that she had filmed, which she had planned to keep so that she could reminisce when she was old and bored.
But she never expected Ye Que to be so unreasonable.
She sobbed once and turned to leave.
However, she had only taken two steps when a sudden spasm in her stomach doubled her over with pain, and she could no longer stand.
"Zaozao..."
Que rushed up from behind her, supporting her and asking, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
Chi Zaozao, still furious, didn't want anything to do with him and pushed him away with force. "Get lost, I don't need your help."
