Jiang Yanzhou's hand on the steering wheel tightened, and the veins on the back of his hand became more prominent. He didn't dare to look at her expression, as he was afraid to see an answer he wouldn't like.
Lu Yang silently shifted her gaze away from his hand on the steering wheel.
Since Jiang Yanzhou expressed his feelings, she hadn't dared to touch him recklessly, and now was definitely not a good time to hold hands.
The air grew heavy with silence.
After a while, Jiang Yanzhou restrained his trembling heart and said in a hoarse voice, "It's late. Let's head up and rest properly."
The black short hair in front of the man's forehead drooped, concealing the darkness in his eyes.
Lu Yang sensed a current of air bouncing back between her atrium and ventricle. Motionless, she stared at his profile for a long time before saying, "Gu Liye doesn't resonate with me."