Zhang Qian kept forcefully instilling these thoughts into himself.
He almost had no doubt that his decision was correct.
Yet, why does He Tang still repeatedly appear in his dreams?
He hated He Tang so much that his teeth hurt, but that damn woman, why didn't she let him go even after she had clearly left?
He Tang's car changed its original plan and exited the highway at a fork.
Zhang Qian's car followed the white SUV at a constant distance until the SUV turned into the side road off the exit.
Zhang Qian's hands gripped the steering wheel tightly.
It felt like there were two versions of himself inside his head, pulling against each other.
One was telling him to follow, to catch up with He Tang. Since he encountered her, it was her misfortune, she deserved to intrude into his sight once more.
