Li Sicheng felt like his heart was sliced into a million pieces, bloody and broken. Gazing at her deeply, he fastened her seatbelt, shut the door, and sat in the driver's seat. His hands on the steering wheel, he pursed his lips and remained silent. He could clearly see the shape of her hand on his face from the back mirror.
What an eyesore.
Su Qianci leaned back and closed her eyes. Tears flowed down her cheeks. Her hands stretched in utter weakness on her thighs.
Silence.
The only sound in the car was their breathing.
When they arrived, Li Sicheng lifted her up and carried her upstairs, placing her in bed. They still did not speak. Lying in bed, she opened her eyes and looked at him. At the same time, he gazed at her.Their eyes were locked, both full of different emotions.
"I…" They spoke at the same time and stopped at the same time.
Li Sicheng was silent, gazing at her with his cold eyes.
