He had wanted to probe her background, so he asked a couple of questions, but Jiang Zhi couldn't continue, feeling heartbroken.
He stopped talking, and she was quiet as well, saying nothing, not even looking at him.
Not even looking at him!
The carriage was too small, and he felt restless, so he rolled down the window, and the wind carried his voice into her ear, "Nothing you want to talk to me about?"
Anything is fine.
Say as much as you want.
But Zhou Xufang shook her head, still sitting upright, her usual icy facade intact, her face chilled by the wind as she shrank into her collar.
Forget it.
Jiang Zhi rolled up the window again with a fluid motion and pulled the pink hood of her hoodie over her head, finally patting her head, "All right, if you don't want to talk, then don't."
Zhou Xufang tensed her shoulders, then remembered to shrink back, her head hung low without looking at him, murmuring softly, "Don't touch me."