Qiao En's eyes suddenly glazed over.
It felt as if a dead fly had flown into her heart, making her feel disgusted in every organ.
She slammed the door shut with a "bang."
The room still reeked of An Kexin's vomit; Qiao En opened all the windows, but even that didn't seem enough, so she sprayed air freshener around the room.
Eventually, she simply turned on the air conditioning fan and let it blow on her.
She shouldn't have felt this way, but her emotions were utterly beyond the control of reason.
Zhou Jin'an and An Kexin were engaged; hugging and kissing were normal, so why was she feeling jealous?
Qiao En kept trying to rationalize with herself, but whenever she closed her eyes, she saw An Kexin kissing Zhou Jin'an.
It was intimate, poignant, and he hadn't rejected her.
He hadn't refused; he must like her, right?
If he didn't, he could have simply contacted the An family to come get her. Why bother coming himself?
