He turned his eyes away, feeling a sourness in his nose, and abruptly shook off Zhuang Yuezhou's hand, slumping back over the steering wheel.
Seeing this, Zhuang Yuezhou understood the deep-seated fear in his heart.
He reached out and gently placed a hand on Qiao Jingchen's shoulder, speaking softly, "Jingchen, if you don't want to talk, it's okay. If my attitude was off, I'll change."
Zhuang Yuezhou also apologized for his earlier outburst, hoping it would ease Qiao Jingchen's heart a little.
Qiao Jingchen quietly lay on the steering wheel without responding, looking utterly defeated.
Seeing Qiao Jingchen like this, a glimmer flickered in Zhuang Yuezhou's eyes. After a slight frown, he quietly took a breath, trying to comfort Qiao Jingchen again.
"Jingchen, tell me, what in this world is a bigger obstacle than the two of us being together?"
