She suddenly stared, "What did you see!"
Song Yuan nearly hit her head in front, grasping the steering wheel as she pushed away the strands of hair scattered on her cheeks. She turned her head and was startled by Yi Qinghuan's gaze.
Clutching the seatbelt, she hesitantly spoke, "What's wrong?"
"I asked what you saw! How much did you see! Why are you asking like that!"
Yi Qinghuan's repeated questioning made Song Yuan's face turn pale with fright. She leaned against the car door, her hands clenched and turning white.
"I...what did I see? I went with you. I don't know anyone else, but you were gone for so long; I felt especially uneasy. Plus, some man hit on me, and I wanted to leave then. Couldn't get through your phone, and was afraid to go out and miss you. Just...without you there, I was scared."
Yi Qinghuan remained silent.
Song Yuan was almost in tears, "Then I felt like the waiting time was extraordinarily long..."
