Koa Jackson did not look at her.
Nor did he speak.
Yet, in the end, he slowly eased up on the acceleration.
An asphyxiating silence spread between the two, just looking at his expression, Mia Ginger didn't dare to say a word.
She hardly recognized him.
The Koa Jackson in her impression, whether it was ten years ago or now, was elegant and refined like jade, reserved and noble, a person seemingly without joy or anger.
He was graceful in demeanor, with an air of high nobility, extremely measured in dealing with people and situations.
Easily dissolving many awkward moments, when he wished, he could make everyone around him feel as if bathed in a spring breeze.
That's how he was supposed to be.
Not like he is now.
With a sharp, severe look as if cut by a knife, acting without a word, strict and domineering, cold and rigid.
