On the way back, the atmosphere in the car was extremely tense. Yan Luoxi would occasionally glance at Han Zheng, whose profile was stern, betraying no hint of his thoughts, until the car stopped outside the hotel. Then Han Zheng turned to look at her, "We're here. Go back, get some good sleep, and don't think about anything. Forget about today's events, and I'll let you know when we find the witness."
Yan Luoxi unbuckled her seatbelt, looking at him earnestly, "Han Zheng, after your colleague's surgery is over, remember to give me a call. I want to visit them."
If not for her, they wouldn't have suffered this undeserved misfortune.
Han Zheng's gaze flickered, and he suddenly leaned in to embrace her. His voice was husky, "Yan Luoxi, don't blame yourself; it's not your fault."
Yan Luoxi felt a pang in her heart. He was clearly blaming himself, too. She closed her eyes, slowly raised her hand that hung at her side, and gently patted his back, "You too, go back. Drive safely."
