Qiao Mo maintained a not-too-close, not-too-distant distance from him, but once they got in the car, neither of them started talking.
Once the car started moving, Qiao Mo rested by the window, watching the scenery outside, her heart unexpectedly calm, clearly without the intention of breaking the silence.
Seeing her remain silent, Fu Nancheng's face grew increasingly grim, his thin lips lightly pursed.
Twenty minutes later.
Seeing her still only showing the back of her head to him, always looking out the window, he couldn't help himself and reached over to take off the furry hat on her head.
Feeling the emptiness on her head, Qiao Mo turned to look at him, met his deep gaze, but said nothing, soon turning back to watch the snow scenery outside, still unwilling to pay attention to him.
Fu Nancheng's face that had softened slightly turned grim again.
Finally, unable to hold back, he spoke: "What's so interesting out there?"
