The two just stared at each other.
Right after his words fell, an overwhelmingly oppressive atmosphere spread between them.
Her fingers, tightly gripping the car window frame, turned pale.
This time, he actively avoided her gaze, staring into the pitch-black night ahead.
Wen Xian looked at his indifferent face, feeling the coolness of his breath, and suddenly she laughed again.
It seemed like she tried to hide certain emotions deep within herself. Then, she spoke, "Okay, I know. I accept the breakup you mentioned."
Her tone was excessively soft when she spoke, as if nothing really hurt her. She paused, then added,
"But since we have broken up, there's no need for you to take me back. I can go back on my own."
By the end of her words, her voice slightly trembled.
Not far away was the highway, still bustling with passing cars. She would make it back.
She definitely would.