Never did she imagine, that a person she had known for only a few days, would become her only "reliance" on such a stormy night.
Sniffing a little, Xiyan didn't cry. After adjusting her mood, she turned to look at him, and her smile adorned the night, "Ou Jue, thank you."
"Thank me for what?"
"Thank you for caring about me."
Ou Jue's arm rested on the edge of the car window, one hand supporting his chin, while the other hand steadily controlled the steering wheel.
Even though he was simply dressed in a white shirt and black trousers, he had an inexplicable aristocratic demeanor.
"Xia Xiyan, you are by far the most self-absorbed woman I've ever met."
... Xiyan felt her smile falter a bit.
Pretending not to understand the sarcasm in Ou Jue's words, she continued smiling sweetly, "But you could have easily left me and gone on your own earlier, yet you didn't, did you?"
Even though his words were sharp.
She could still feel his concern.
For some reason, her heart felt warm.