Tian Xin met his fury with her pure gaze, steadfastly looking at him.
When the red light turned green, the vehicles on both sides of the road had already started moving away, and the cars behind were honking, but Tang Baijin did not drive off; he too was staring at her.
A woman who once lost her most cherished purity never mentioned a word to him, nor harbored a shred of resentment. She lived simply and innocently.
It was precisely because of this that he was deeply struck. When he decided to let go of everything and love her, he should have been prepared to face everything that would come.
Eventually, he said nothing more and drove her back to the office, yet his other hand was holding hers.
Tian Xin felt this was dangerous. She tried to pull her small hand back, but he held it even tighter.
She glanced at him, and he said, "I'll be careful."
He would drive carefully; there would be no accident.
On the way, neither of them spoke again.
The car surged down the road.
