But she was unwilling to speak, and he didn't feel it was right to press her, so the atmosphere naturally grew colder.
Although Xia Siyu could be gregarious, the only person she would not create a stir with was Bo Yan.
With one unable to speak and the other not wishing to, the quiet between them somehow took on a strangely warm feel.
Xia Siyu, too, had come to Sicily not to hole up in a villa every day. Her purpose here was to revisit old haunts.
Yet she didn't want the crew to follow and film her, nor did she want to exploit her mother, and even less did she wish to expose her privacy to the public.
She still didn't know how the crew had been allocated, but having gone to great lengths to come to Sicily, she ought to fulfill her own wishes.
She needed to think of a way; even if she couldn't visit her old home, just a distant glimpse would suffice.
"Xia Siyu, Xia Siyu?"
Xia Siyu was startled and quickly looked up, her mind still turning slowly, "What's wrong?"