Clear one's name

The car door opened, and a wisp of cold air immediately poured in. Wen Zhi turned her head to look, Shang Hexing had already taken a seat beside her.

Wen Zhi wrinkled her nose, a subtle movement that didn't escape Shang Hexing's eyes. He asked, "Still smell like smoke?"

Wen Zhi turned her head away from him, "I've been out in the wind for a while, there's no scent of smoke anymore, and the temperature has dropped again. I don't know why I didn't get in the car earlier."

The words of concern were just shy of being said outright, but Wen Zhi didn't want to seem completely without principle. Anyway, he would understand.

A slight smile played on the corner of Shang Hexing's lips as he leaned a little closer to Wen Zhi, "Noted, it won't happen again."

Wen Zhi still didn't look at him.

And she didn't plan to initiate conversation with him again either.

Unless he spoke first.

But after holding it in the entire way, neither of them spoke.