Zhou Xiaoyue gave Lin Yan an awkward smile when she saw her.
Her eyes were full of blame as she looked at Song Qingping, reproaching her for still bringing Lin Yan along.
She still hadn't figured out how to face Lin Yan; the words she had said before were too definitive, impossible to take back, and just thinking about it made her feel embarrassed, more painful than a slap in the face.
"How long do you plan to avoid me?" Lin Yan sat across from Zhou Xiaoyue, arms crossed as she looked at her.
"I'm not trying to avoid you; I just feel ashamed."
"What worries do you have with me? We just broke up, didn't we? Does that mean we have to lose our friendship too? We've been friends for so many years." Lin Yan felt a stifling at her heart, frustrated that Zhou Xiaoyue kept avoiding her like a mouse who had seen a cat.
The aftermath of Zhou Xiaoyue's heartbreak was such that hearing the word "break-up" made her physically ill.
