Huo Zhanting gripped the steering wheel tightly with both hands. He stared intently ahead without answering An Lan's question. The car remained silent, but his lack of denial was tantamount to a confession.
An Lan gazed blankly out the window. It was already late, and coupled with the snowfall, there were hardly any people along the road. The reflective glass mirrored her face and her confusion.
It took her a long time to come to her senses.
An Lan looked at Huo Zhanting and tentatively asked, "Could it be… that you're jealous because of what I just said to Xiao Yihe?"
Huo Zhanting still didn't speak.
An Lan knew she had hit the mark. The things she said earlier were deliberately meant to provoke Xiao Yihe, but unexpectedly ended up wounding Huo Zhanting.
She understood that Xiao Yihe would never waste time on her, which is why she said what she did. The more sincere and heartfelt her words seemed, the more regret he would feel.
