On the way home, the two of them didn't converse much.
The car was quite silent. Xia Wan'an stared at the rapidly receding night view outside the car window, closing her eyes several times but unable to fall asleep.
Her mind was kind of a mess. One moment she was thinking about the stories her grandmother had told her about when he was a child, the next she was wondering who was plotting against his life…
She was not stupid; she knew the motivation behind her grandmother's stories was to arouse her sympathy. She was too naive, thinking she had successfully concealed her real feelings from her grandmother, but it appeared she was wrong.
