Shi Yuhuan, face expressionless, glanced at Song Qinghuan again. He didn't know what words he should use to describe his current feelings.
Seeing Shi Yuhuan silent, Song Qinghuan assumed he admitted to it, looked at him with a grin, and blurted out what she was thinking: "Don't feel embarrassed. I think there's nothing wrong with being gay."
At her words, Shi Yuhuan paused in his actions.
After Song Qinghuan finished speaking, he abruptly turned the steering wheel, parking the car on the side of the road.
The moment her voice faded, Song Qinghuan felt an eerie change in the car's atmosphere, and it seemed to turn cold.
She felt a little regretful, but like water spilled out, what she had said couldn't be taken back.
