The traffic was terrible the whole way, and after more than ten minutes, Gu Xici's car had barely moved a few meters.
He tried to make forced conversation with Jiang Yi.
But for every ten sentences he said, Jiang Yi would only respond with one or two perfunctory ones before eventually closing her eyes and falling asleep.
Seeing Jiang Yi asleep, Gu Xici curved his lips slightly.
Although Jiang Yi never admitted it, he still understood her to some extent. If it wasn't for heartbreak, he couldn't think of anything else that could make her so disheartened. She had always been like this since she was young, like a silkworm, armoring herself within impregnable walls, whereas the soft self hiding inside was the real Jiang Yi.
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In the following days, Jiang Yi didn't contact Wen Suihan again.
Likewise, Wen Suihan didn't reach out to her either.
This relationship was thus left hanging unclearly; Jiang Yi wasn't even sure if this meant it had ended.
