The reconciliation hadn’t gone well. Yan QingQing stood, flustered and immobilized, as he stormed past her, furious. The three bottles of beer that she had nervously chugged back to calm her nerves weren’t sitting well in her stomach.
Also, the fact that she brought her new boyfriend (so tall, so handsome!) along for moral support may have contributed to the icy reception.
She wasn’t actually certain why she wanted to patch things up with her ex whilst still dating her new boyfriend. She didn’t actually want two boyfriends. One was more than enough.
Perhaps it was the disharmony of break-ups that bothered her the most. Maybe she should have just had one more beer instead. Beer made everything more harmonious. Except her stomach. She hoped she wasn’t going to be sick on her ex’s door mat.