Xiang Wan: "..."
She turned her face toward the car window, "The way I slept was wrong, it numbed me..."
"Oh," Zuo Xingyun responded seriously, as if he believed her explanation.
The journey, which wasn't far, felt like an agony to Xiang Wan every second. She almost pressed her whole body against the car window, resembling a fly seeking an escape.
Suddenly, the car swerved sharply, and unprepared, her face smashed directly against the window glass.
Just when her face was only scant two millimeters from the window, a hand grabbed her collar and yanked her back.
Instinctively, she turned her head, and Zuo Xingyun's face was very close, she could almost see the reflection of herself in his dark brown pupils.
The morning sunlight slanted in through the car window and, as the vehicle moved forward, cast an irregular pattern of light and shadow on them, dreamlike and illusory.
"Miss, we're here."
