Qi Chengzhi asked unsympathetically, "Aren't you going down?"
Song Yu came back to her senses abruptly. She turned to look at him, but he did not do the same. All he did was allow her to see the cold expression of his side profile.
With her eyes looking down, Song Yu stretched her hand over to him slowly. His hand—the fingers of which were well-defined and resting themselves on the gear shift—was covered by her hands, but he remained aloof and did not grasp it.
She sighed softly and was only able to say, "Please be careful on the road. Call me when you're home, or text me, I'm okay with that too. I'm sorry about that."
Qi Chengzhi looked askance at her and continued being cold. His enigmatic eyes made her unable to see his true mood, but in any case, at least he was willing to look at her.
Song Yu leaned forward and kissed his thin, delicate, and tightly shut lips. There was no response from him, only coldness.
