Bai Xuexiao parked the car in a dark spot under the trees and watched them from afar, his fingers gripping the steering wheel so tightly that the knuckles turned white.
He had sensed the first time Su Hang came to see Xi Yan that this man was not simple, and it wasn't just about having friends as he had claimed. It seemed they must have been lovers who had broken up; and Su Hang was not the heartless type, otherwise, Xi Yan's strong character wouldn't have allowed her to cry like this.
He wanted to get out of the car, but he just couldn't move his feet; he had absolutely no courage to face Xi Yan and Su Hang. He was afraid Xi Yan would choose someone other than him. Pretending to be an ostrich, avoiding the situation, he was just coveting this moment of happiness that might not belong to him. The usually confident him had no confidence at all. Because emotions are illogical, confidence has no help in love.
Bai Xuexiao watched them like this, his eyes stinging, his chest aching.
