The barrier between Zhou Jin'an and her had already been pierced, and she could no longer face him.
The rain gradually intensified, and Qiao En didn't hail a cab, instead walking bareheaded all the way home in the downpour.
Bathroom.
She threw herself into the bathtub.
She ran very hot water, the steam rising. With her eyes closed, she curled up tight as if she were asleep.
She longed to sleep, but she couldn't.
It was as if there was a projector in her mind, continuously playing back every moment she had spent with Zhou Jin'an over these three years.
His voice echoed in her ears, "Qiao En, you're really despicable!"
She wasn't very heartbroken.
In this game of chess, she had known the outcome from the start, she and Zhou Jin'an would have no future, much less a miracle.
She had indeed fallen for him, but so what? Feelings once engaged could also be withdrawn.
Their paths were destined to be parallel, and she could only move forward on her own track.
