Xia Xin obediently followed Jing Mo and said, "It's okay, I've already had a drink. Heh."
The drive back home was marked by Jing Mo's silence, which unnerved Xia Xin. She awkwardly glanced at him, his eyes fixated on the road, and ventured, "Would you like to say something? Even a sound would be fine. You've been exceptionally serious today."
A brief pause hung in the air before Jing Mo curtly responded, "Did you take my words as mere wind passing by your ear?"
"Ah, no..." Xia Xin's voice was a soft murmur, nearly a mosquito's whine.
"So when I told you to leave things to me, why did you sneakily follow? Do you find our predicament not troubling enough? Or do you want to faint on some street again, waiting for some good Samaritan to rescue you?"
