"No, it's not related to you. It's me..." Su Man didn't know how to explain and felt she was fumbling with her words the more she spoke. She ended up clamping her mouth shut and driving in silence.
The late-night road was expansive and quiet, with only the cold white glow of the streetlights silently blanketing everything.
The car remained silent.
Lu Yuwen wisely kept quiet to avoid making things more awkward.
Su Man grew increasingly uncomfortable upon reflection. Lu Yuwen had just saved her father, yet her attitude earlier seemed as though she was intentionally giving him the cold shoulder.
Even though, deep down, she wanted to express her gratitude.
Su Man muttered, "It's only temporary."
Lu Yuwen: "Hm?"
