Feng Yihuan returned to her room, her tongue still burning with a fiery pain.
Moreover, there was a fire in her chest, a mindless flame that would flare up whenever she saw Ouyang Qi.
So, she dared not stay there any longer, suddenly terrified of the person she was becoming.
Feng Yihuan, are you really jealous?
Feng Yihuan, have you really fallen for your second cousin?
She shook her head, frightened by her own insane thoughts, her face turning a bit pale.
Her mind was in chaos, and she took a few deep breaths, telling herself to stay calm.
The more tense she was, the more clueless she became, the more she needed to be calm.
Feng Yihuan felt she could no longer stay here; she had to leave quickly.
Otherwise, she feared if she saw Ouyang Qi again, she wouldn't be able to hold back from exploding.
She could see right through her own thoughts.
And she no longer wanted to apologize to Ouyang Qi.
