Upstairs, Gong Heng and Mu Mian watched them in the car below, Mu Mian mused, "How about it, aren't things going pretty well now?"
Gong Heng said with a smile, "You sure have a way with things."
"Actually, there's still a lack of communication."
Talking to each other, saying 'I like you,' and 'I like you too.' But I don't like the way you do things; could you make some changes?
That's all it is.
If we just slightly alter the way we interact, the chances of gaining true affection are very high.
Without hurting others, without hurting oneself.
Inside the car, Lou Hezhan turned into a chatterbox for the first time.
"Slow down a little, ease on the gas, watch the road ahead, slow down when turning a corner, and turn the steering wheel faster—yes, just like that. Take your time, let's do this slowly."
Gu Ran concentrated hard, her breathing uneven, still frequently unable to keep the steering wheel steady after he had instructed her time after time.
