Bo Jingshen didn't speak further, and Jing Ruo didn't know whether she had managed to persuade him or not.
She glanced at Bo Jingshen in the backseat through the rearview mirror again.
Then she heard Bo Jingshen let out a light sigh, a sound that betrayed neither fatigue nor any other discernible emotion.
His voice was low and soft, "Let's go."
"Okay," Jing Ruo responded, quickly starting the car and setting off.
During the drive, Bo Jingshen remained silent. No matter how Jing Ruo interpreted his earlier tone, she felt it was tinged with a certain sadness, the kind that was heart-wrenching.
So, after staying silent for a while, Jing Ruo softly tried to console him, "Don't be upset, it will be better once they leave."
"Who knows when they'll leave," Bo Jingshen's voice was still low.