Back in the car, Bai Yixuan fastened Ling Chuxia's seatbelt, then started the car, turned the steering wheel, pressed the gas pedal, and the car slid into the traffic.
Ling Chuxia sat there quietly, her black and white eyes staring blankly, unfocused. She had stopped crying, yet she seemed trapped in a world of utmost sorrow, and it was enough to wring a person's heart.
Bai Yixuan felt the pain in his chest intensify, gradually spreading to every limb. His hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, his lips thinned, but suddenly, he turned the wheel and drove towards the roadside, coming to a stop.
His hands still on the wheel, he looked straight ahead, silent for a good while, until he finally could no longer hold back. Turning his face to look at Ling Chuxia, he spoke in a heavy voice, "Xiaxia, I want to know, what exactly is your relationship with Shi Che?"
