"..."
This remark silenced the car again.
Thea Lynch coughed lightly and looked away, not even daring to glance at her reflection in the window.
She couldn't imagine what expression Ian Preston had at that moment. Hesitating for a moment, she gently turned her head and met his eyes.
The car stopped at the intersection, the red light still counting down.
Initially, Thea felt guilty, but the moment their eyes met, a certain thought in her heart seemed to solidify.
So, she inexplicably opened her mouth and continued, "Back then, what I wanted to see wasn't really a concert."
"The main thing was never the concert; it was mainly... wanting to be with you."
"You also know the state of my ears at the time, and that day I wasn't wearing my hearing aid. Even though the atmosphere was so good, sadly, all that reached my ears were some noises."
"But... I still heard your voice."
"That day at the karaoke, while I was singing that song, you called my name, right?"
