The door slid shut behind Anning with a soft click, she stayed in front of the door one hand holding the wooden frame like it might keep her steady. The corridor was bright but quiet, giving her a moment to breathe.
She stood there for what felt like forever before thinking, Why the hell do I feel so weird?
Anning frowned, she was supposed to be furious. Livid even.
She'd walked into the room ready to scream at Wanqing, ready to give that cold woman a piece of her mind. She did exactly that but was it normal for her feelings to feel so tangled up instead of burning with rage?
She leaned against the door, arms crossed against her chest. "I should still be upset."
She whispered to herself, but felt nothing. She wasn't as angry as she used to be in the past.
Her mind kept replaying Wanqing's words, "I never meant to make you cry."
Anning rolled her eyes, that wasn't even a real apology, she took two steps away from the door, then stopped. "Was it?"
