Wei Yingyue remained silent, just looking at you, as if trying to see clearly the face behind your human skin mask.
"Do you want to see my real face?"
Wei Yingyue still didn't speak. Her body lightly leaned against the steering wheel, accidentally touching the music button. Before long, the gentle guitar sound wafted through the car's surround sound system, accompanied by a melodious, refreshing female voice:
"September's breeze, bathing the birds,
Have you ever heard, his joyous singing,
Thoughts like wings, freely flying,
Far away, unseen,
A slight smile, the sky is clear,
The wind blows through the brows, dispelling the clouds,
Illusions grow increasingly wondrous,
Secrets become deeply hidden..."
Neither spoke; both just quietly sat there until the evening sun's afterglow shone into the car, enveloping both faces and bodies in golden light.
At that moment, you sighed softly and apologized, "I'm sorry."
