The man's words gradually froze Shi Tingbai's expression.
"You don't have to feel sorry for me."
After holding back for quite some time, he stiffly opened his mouth and uttered a sentence.
Lu Yiyu glanced back at him, a strange shade flickering in those dark pupils, and ultimately the man just shook his head, his words swallowed by the harsh whistle of a horn.
"It's not apology, it's heartache."
He never felt he did anything wrong, it's just that it hurts.
The atmosphere inside the car seemed to change instantly, no one spoke again, and only the two of them understood how grating these emotions were.
...
Lu Yiyu's efficiency was quite high, the cargo ship was soon ready, anchored in the direction of the port, out of sight. The inflow and outflow of goods at this time were extensive, making this place extraordinarily busy. Nobody paid special attention to detect any peculiarities.
People boarded the cargo ship quickly.
Then it sailed in the direction they wanted to go.
