In the palm of his hand, there was a piece of wetness. Gu Ningyi stared at it for a while, closed his eyes, and after a moment, he reopened them. His gaze was deep and dark, lacking any light. He slowly opened his lips, his voice exceedingly deep, "Let's go, I'll take you home."
Gu Ningyi sent Dong Xin Yan back to her apartment building. After the car came to a stop, no one spoke, and the small cabin was eerily quiet.
Dong Xin Yan's hands gripped tightly onto the bag in her hands, so tightly they looked frighteningly pale.
It was unclear what kind of strength it took for her to finally unbuckle the seatbelt, push open the car door, and before getting out, she softly said, "Goodbye."
Gu Ningyi did not look at her, but his hands gripping the steering wheel tightened unconsciously. His lips moved slowly, as if wanting to say something, but in the end, he said nothing. He shifted gears, turned the wheel, pressed the accelerator, and left.
