Zuo Xingyun stepped on the brake, pulling over to the side of the road, and carefully organized his words before he dared to speak, "It's not... Can you not get more and more outrageous? Why are you bringing up the past? That's not what I mean..."
Xiang Wan interrupted him, "It's not outrageous at all. You know it in your heart! You're all the same!"
Suddenly, the air fell into a deathly silence.
Xiang Wan had finished shouting and venting, her pent-up emotions had cleared, leaving her mind empty as well.
Zuo Xingyun sat in silence, with vehicles occasionally speeding past outside the window, their headlights casting eerie shadows across his face.
He had always known the distance between himself and Xiang Wan. He came from poverty and even lived dishonorably before the age of fourteen, fighting and stealing just to survive.
He knew that he and she were as different as clouds and mud.
He struggled to crawl out of the mud pit, cleaned off the filth, and climbed to the clouds.