Lin Fan ran without direction, his chest tight, his breath uneven, anger and frustration boiling together into something hot and suffocating inside him.
He didn't know how long he had been running, nor did he care.
His feet carried him forward while his mind replayed the same thoughts again and again, like a broken record he couldn't shut off.
'Why did Sister Rui look down on Ye Ling like that?'
The image of her cold expression resurfaced in his mind, followed immediately by Ye Ling's smiling face.
'Why did she say such terrible things about her?'
"My Ye Ling is so good to me," Lin Fan muttered under his breath as he slowed to a jog. "She's gentle, considerate… she understands me."
His lips trembled as he spoke, as if saying the words out loud would make them truer.
"She would never—"
His thoughts cut off abruptly.
Lin Fan stopped in his tracks.
