The night wind howled, brushing against the man's cold and stern profile, adding a touch of chilliness.
Tang Yuzhou pressed the accelerator to the floor, the streetlights swiftly flashing by in blurred shadows.
Su Jia could vaguely see a faint light at the far end, though it couldn't illuminate the road ahead.
She rolled down the window, feeling the cold wind blowing in, her mind becoming clearer.
However, no matter how clear her mind was, the chaos in her heart remained ever-present.
Tang Yuzhou remained silent all the way, suddenly saying nonchalantly, "If you're sad, just cry. I won't laugh at you."
"I'm not sad." Su Jia replied nonchalantly, "There's nothing to be sad about."
He looked scornful, "You really should take a look in the mirror; your face looks like you're about to cry, yet you say you're not sad."
Su Jia didn't respond.
After a while, she finally couldn't bear it and closed her eyes, making a decision, "Take me to the hospital."
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