The inky night sky was dotted with stars.
Gu Xuanye's arms propped on the steering wheel, his chin tensed in a perfect line, betraying a hint of desolation.
He gazed at the sea, his eyes vacant as if he had suddenly gone deaf, lost in his own world.
At this moment, only the sound of the sea breeze and the chasing waves filled the quiet car.
For a long, long time.
Only then did he turn his head to look at Mo Qiansu with a complicated gaze and spoke in a hoarse voice, "Mo Ran, do you really hate me that much?"
His voice was no longer the forceful arrogance he was known for, but instead, it carried an air of powerlessness.
It was very dark in the car, and perhaps it was Mo Qiansu's illusion, but his eyes seemed red, veiled by a thin mist.
Mo Qiansu's heart clenched with sudden pain.
She didn't know where this surge of emotion came from. Her lips moved, and her eyes felt painfully swollen.
