The car behind had already started honking impatiently.
The midday sun was lovely.
But it wasn't cold, yet a surge of wind hit Tang Si, making him feel colder and colder all over.
It seemed as if there was a pair of hands dragging him into deep, cold black water, entangling him, unable to break free.
Hearing Song Yi's gentle reminder, he snapped back to reality, glanced at her, and smiled.
It was a response of sorts.
Then he stepped on the gas and drove away.
Song Yi looked at Tang Si's profile, he seemed to be suppressing an emotion he couldn't separate from, emanating from within, making the car eerily quiet.
After looking at Tang Si for two or three seconds, Song Yi lifted her eyes and looked at his hand on the steering wheel: "If you're tired, why don't I drive?"
Tang Si shook his head slightly while gripping the steering wheel: "I'm not tired, just thinking about something."
