He drove the car recklessly at full speed, his hands on the steering wheel trembling uncontrollably. It wasn't just his hands; his foot on the accelerator, his legs, his body, his whole being was shaking, his face pale with excitement, even his lips were so white there wasn't a trace of blood, his heart pounding almost as if about to jump out, breathing became difficult.
His mind buzzed, with only Xiaocha's excited words, "Third Young Master, Miss Wen is back" echoing relentlessly.
He even forgot to ask Xiaocha if it was true, forgot to ask how Wen Xiao'ai came back, forgot to ask if she was well. After hanging up the phone, he just rushed back.
His mind was blank, sometimes chaotic, a mess, with only one thought in his heart, and that is to go home.
He didn't know how he drove the car back, even forgot when he drove it through the gate, the memory of the journey vanished completely when the car stopped, nothing remained.
