Gu Tinglan tightened his grip on the steering wheel.
"Second Master?"
Lu Huaiyu was still staring in the direction of the accident, his expression unmoved.
Gu Tinglan frowned and raised his voice slightly.
"Lu Huaiyu?"
His voice finally seemed to have brought Lu Huaiyu back to his senses.
He shifted his gaze and leaned against the back of the chair. He raised his head slightly and closed his eyes, concealing all the ripples in his eyes.
"It's okay. Let's go."
There was a hint of a deep and hoarse tone in his voice, as if he was suppressing something.
Gu Tinglan continued to drive forward, bypassing the scene of the accident.
When they were quite some distance away, he looked in the rearview mirror.
Under the dark night, he could only see the blurry outline and the lights.
Lu Huaiyu sat in the passenger seat, remaining silent.
Gu Tinglan thought for a moment and asked, "Are you really okay?"
