Anxiety mingled with irritation.
After a while, Jack Stewart reached back for the coat on the rear seat before getting out of the car.
Online public opinion continued to ferment, like a balloon suddenly pricked, exploding violently all at once.
A surge of accusations and curses came flooding in, their deep malice colder than the winter night.
Jack Stewart slowed his steps as he approached, seeing her slightly pale profile. His heart tightened, and he handed over the coat, feigning ease with a tease, "What, came here to throw yourself off, thinking of suicide?"
"You came all the way here just to curse me?"
Hannah took the coat from his hand and put it on. Her face was calm, showing neither joy nor anger, but her tone was light, bantering with him as usual.
Perhaps it was because she had stood in the wind for too long, Hannah's complexion looked a touch pale, fragile as a delicate flower on the verge of falling.
