I was a little stunned by what I heard, but I didn't say anything more, just sat silently in the car seat, my hands on my lap, occasionally glancing at Jing Yuan, but only seeing his expressionless face. Each passing minute pulled me away from reality. Jing Yuan's arm rested on the steering wheel, his eyes occasionally glancing at me, yet maintaining his nonchalant demeanor. The way he drove, steady and calm, made me feel both reassured and endlessly tense.
"Are…are you really angry with me?" I stammered, my voice so soft it was as if I feared it would be carried away by the wind.
Jing Yuan didn't answer immediately, his gaze still fixed on the road. Finally, he gently curved his lips, not a full smile, just a slight curve at the corners:
"Young master didn't do anything, so why would I be angry?"
I remained silent. I wondered to myself, "Then what was that attitude just now? Clearly angry, yet stubbornly denying it." I sat still, took a deep breath, trying to stay calm, but hiding my tension.
Finally, I had to lower my voice slightly:
"Brother… please don't be angry anymore… I… I won't ask for the phone back. What happened earlier… I was wrong. I'll obediently listen to you, okay?"
Kình Uyên slightly furrowed his brows, still focused on driving, but a flicker of emotion flashed in his eyes. His voice was cold but still observant:
"Young master, you said you'd listen to me… is that true?"
I quickly nodded, blinking, my voice stammering:
"Yes… yes… so… so please don't make that face anymore, I… I don't like it."
Kình Uyên's lips curved slightly, as if he were keeping a secret. I felt he wanted to tease me, but didn't want to reveal his true feelings.
"Ha… the young master is like this, it's impossible to be angry." His voice was soft, but still calm, not losing its coldness.
I breathed a sigh of relief, thinking to myself, "Is he really not angry anymore?" But deep down, a feeling of uncertainty still lingered.
Fifteen minutes later, the car stopped in the parking lot. Jing Yuan got out first, then went around to open the door for me. I hesitated, but before I could think much, he leaned down:
"Young master, remember… you kept your word, okay?"
The distance was so close that his breath brushed against my ear. I was startled, quickly turned my face away, gently pushed him away, and stammered,
"Um… I know… you… you shouldn't stand so close anymore."
Jing Yuan's eyes held a hint of amusement, but he still took a half-step back, his voice softening:
"Alright. But if the young master said he would obey, then from today… whatever I say, you must listen."
Before I could understand, he took my hand and led me away. Each step was slow and steady, as if he wanted me to feel that he was always controlling the distance. I was shy, clutching my shirt, deliberately avoiding eye contact, my heart pounding.
We walked through the amusement park, from the roller coaster to the Ferris wheel, then the arcade games and claw crane games. Initially, I remained cautious, occasionally glancing at Kình Uyên, but then, without realizing it, I burst out laughing. He was so good at the claw crane game that in just half an hour he'd won me a whole bunch of stuffed animals. I laughed and shook my head:
"Are you planning to open a shop selling stuffed animals?"
Kình Uyên raised an eyebrow, his voice nonchalant:
"No. I just intend to… keep them in the young master's room."
I froze, my face flushing, unable to say anything more than to change the subject.
And so, we went from one game to another. My laughter, the cheers of the crowd, the dazzling neon lights… all of it made Kình Uyên seem both serious and strangely gentle at the same time. I gradually forgot about the distance between us, occasionally glancing over and seeing him maintain his calm, cold demeanor, not easily revealing his emotions, which only made my heart race even more.
When it got dark, we went out to eat and then went home. I was so tired that I fell asleep leaning against the seat. Jing Yuan watched me sleep, the light casting a chilling glow on his peaceful face. He didn't wake me, but quietly carried me out of the car, down the long hallway, and placed me on the bed.
He sat on the edge of the bed, silently watching me, a few strands of hair falling across my cheek. He gently reached out and brushed them away, his voice low:
"Ultimately… little one, who are you?"
In the silent night, the question sounded like a confession. He knew that the person lying before him was no longer the Gu Yunxiang of before. Those eyes, that voice… everything was different, making Jing Yuan both curious and perplexed, yet still maintaining his usual coldness.