Wen Xian cast her eyes down, unsure of what to say anymore.
The time to leave had finally come, and she couldn't hold on even if she wanted to; better to preserve the last of her pride.
Lu Xiao was driving, his slender eyes suddenly turning dark and heavy. His throat moved, gripping the steering wheel tightly.
She didn't know what he was thinking.
After a long while, he managed to blurt out a few words, "That's for the best."
Wen Xian: "..."
Even though she knew that was his attitude, hearing him say it out loud still made her heart tremble slightly with an indescribable disappointment and bitterness.
She really was a failure, rarely finding a man so interesting, only to be treated so harshly; maybe this was karma for all the men she had rejected before.
The car fell into an eerie silence.
After her words, the atmosphere became inexplicably stagnant.
Neither of them spoke again until about thirty minutes later when the man suddenly stopped the car.
