He thought anxiously, the cigarette between his fingers had long burned out, but he was unaware until the butt burned his fingertips. He then reacted, opened the car window, and tossed the cigarette butt outside. But as soon as he opened the window, a cold wind rushed in, prompting him to take another look at Qin Yin.
It's so cold outside, she's standing there exposed to the river wind—will she freeze? Will she catch a cold?
I really want to get out of the car, really want to pull her into my arms, give her all my warmth.
But I can't. She said she doesn't want to see me again, and being near me gives her nightmares. I can't be so selfish and only think of myself. It was my past mistakes that led to this; it's a punishment I must accept.
His hand tightly clenched, knuckles turning white, nearly breaking his own bones to resist getting out of the car and walking up to her.
