On the way back, Nan Sichen drove the car in silence.
Qin Yin sat in the passenger seat looking at him and said, "Nan Sichen, what's wrong? Are you angry?"
Nan Sichen turned his head and said softly, "No."
"Then why aren't you talking?"
"Talk about what?"
"For example, talk about how you felt watching the dance performance today."
Nan Sichen glanced at Qin Yin, then looked straight ahead, pursed his lips, and suddenly asked, "After thinking about it the whole way, have you made up your mind?"
"What?" Qin Yin found it baffling.
"If you were that woman, would you also strike mercilessly at that man?" Nan Sichen asked.
