The cold sound of the door closing rang out.
Mo Chen leaned against the sofa, expressionless, as if he were in a world of ice and snow.
The door to the rest area slowly opened, and Qiao Ruoxin walked out, her long eyelashes adorned with teardrops.
She approached the man with slow steps, her voice carrying a faint sob, "When did you have the car accident? Why have you never told me!"
If it weren't for overhearing their conversation in the rest area just now.
This damn man might never have told her about the car accident for the rest of his life.
Mo Chen looked up, gazing into her teary eyes with a deep voice, "Two years ago."
"Why did the accident happen?"
The man spoke nonchalantly, "Fatigued driving."
Qiao Ruoxin wanted to say more, but suddenly, her body was fiercely pulled down, and she fell onto the sofa.
"Little Ghost, don't forget what you told me. After the match, you'd tell me the truth," he said, dark emotions hiding in his black eyes.