Zhou Jingan pursed his lips. He felt hurt and dejected. It was as though his heart had been caged, pressed firmly against the walls of its prison.
The walls seemed to tighten around his heart as it beat.
He felt suffocated and struggled for breath.
"I won't look," Zhou Jingan repeated as he drove silently.
For a long time, neither of them spoke. It was incredibly quiet in the car.
The silence proved too much for Yu Hanxia, especially after the unpleasant end to the earlier conversation.
"Zhou Jingan," Yu Hanxia called out.
"Huh?" Zhou Jingan responded.
"Are you still angry?" Yu Hanxia asked.
"Not really." Zhou Jingan exhaled. "I just feel a little uncomfortable."
"I really wasn't thinking that way about you," Yu Hanxia explained. "It's just that... I didn't want you to watch those videos."
"I didn't think of watching them at all," Zhou Jingan said.
