The thirty-minute drive took a full hour to get back to the Yiyuan District. Although Shi Che was somewhat reluctant, he still stepped on the brakes, and the car slowly came to a stop.
Shi Che had thought that once the car stopped, Ling Chuxia would be eager to get out and leave, but unexpectedly, even after the car had stopped for almost a minute, Ling Chuxia made no movement. A trace of confusion flickered across Shi Che's dark eyes as he turned his face to look at Ling Chuxia.
Indeed, Ling Chuxia hadn't moved; she turned her gaze back from the window, her eyes slightly lowered, her gaze faintly resting in the void, lost in thought.
The rain had stopped at some unknown time, and the cabin had always been quiet. At this moment, it became even more suffocatingly quiet.
