Li Sihe instructs the driver to turn around.
Bian Yue purses her lips, her delicate face cold, silent.
For a long time, the car is deathly quiet.
Outside, the rain has temporarily stopped, and the water accumulated on the ground reflects a small pool of light under the street lamps.
After a prolonged silence, Li Sihe takes the initiative to speak, his voice as gentle as before.
He says, "Yueyue, I was drunk just now, don't take it to heart."
"Li Sihe, if someone slaps you and then says they were drunk and really sorry, could you really feel it's okay?"
Bian Yue scoffs, pulling at the corners of her lips with a mocking curve, "Even if I truly tell you it's okay, would you dare to believe it?"
Li Sihe falls silent again, pauses for a moment, then asks, "Are you blaming me?"
