***
Mai Xiaomai let out a breath, collapsing softly onto the ground.
Qiao Chutian took the handkerchief out of his mouth, threw it away, and looked at the sweat-drenched Mai Xiaomai sitting on the ground, his eyes deep and conflicted.
His epileptic seizure must have disgusted her even more, right?
At this thought, his heart grew heavy.
Without saying a word, he pulled open the car door, sat in the driver's seat, and then beeped the horn twice.
Mai Xiaomai gasped for breath as she stood up, got into the car, and said, "Let's rest a bit before driving!"
Qiao Chutian didn't answer her, but he didn't drive off either.
Having just suffered an epileptic seizure, his body was still weak and languid, indeed unfit for driving on the motorway.
The car stayed silent.
Both of them sat there quietly.
The afterglow of the setting sun fell on the car, illuminating Qiao Chutian's face in the driver's seat but failing to brighten the gloom in his heart.
