Capítulo 112: 109: Worry; nameless distress of hiding it all

The drive back to the Yan family's mansion was a quiet one, the silence hung heavily between them. More than anything, it was their own unwillingness to speak up or voice out their plaguing thoughts.

Only secret glances were snuck between them, the silence cut only by the occasional sound of shuffling and the sounds of vehicles running past them.

It wasn't until Lin FenXiang finally decided to break the silence, with his hand resting on the gear, that the painter turned to look at the musician sitting beside him and inquired.

“Did you turn on your phone?“ Yan Hansheng nodded his head, tapping on the keyboard as he murmured.

“Yeah, I to-told mom tha-that I'm wit-with you.“ Lin FenXiang let out a sigh of relief.

“Good. Did Auntie say anything about you being late?“ The musician shook his head, smiling slightly, he said, whispering.