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The awkward atmosphere lingered in the car. Brother Jie skillfully maneuvered through the twists and turns of the underground parking lot, finally emerging into the daylight. As the vehicle reached the surface, blinding sunlight streamed through the windows, directly hitting Anthon. Brother Jie noticed this and instinctively raised his hand to shield Anthon from the harsh glare.
However, Anthon's emotions were still unsettled. When Brother Jie's hand came close, he pushed it away defiantly, allowing the glaring light to shine into his eyes. This small gesture, though insignificant, symbolized Anthon's inner resistance and self-protection; he was unwilling to accept any help from Brother Jie, even a simple act of kindness. A flicker of stubbornness and disdain crossed his gaze as he attempted to express his dissatisfaction and protest in this manner.
Seeing Anthon's reaction, Brother Jie could only retract his hand helplessly and continue focusing on driving. His heart was filled with helplessness and guilt, knowing that he could not easily mend the rift between them. The air inside the car felt even heavier, and the distance between them silently widened, while the sunlight outside and the scenery rushing by could not dispel the silence and tension within.
Anthon was overwhelmed with conflicting emotions and pain, replaying the words of that man in his mind; each word struck him like a blow to his heart. He felt his dignity trampled upon, filled with shame and anger. He did not understand why he had such a strong emotional reaction to Brother Jie nor how to face these complex feelings. His gaze wandered aimlessly out of the window, searching for solace but finding none.
The car's sound system played low, heavy music with a slow rhythm that seemed to echo the oppressive atmosphere between them. Brother Jie drove while stealing glances at Anthon's expression in the rearview mirror. His heart was filled with conflict and guilt as he struggled to find a way to break the awkward silence. He knew that his past actions had made Anthon feel uneasy and confused, but he did not know how to make amends.
"Anthon..." Brother Jie finally spoke up, his voice low and filled with regret. "I'm sorry about what happened earlier... I..." He wanted to explain but found himself at a loss for words. He understood that his previous behavior had unsettled Anthon, yet he remained unsure how to rectify everything.
Anthon still did not turn his head; he simply replied coolly, "It's fine, Brother Jie. I really don't mind." His tone was cold and calm, but it could not conceal the pain and struggle within him. He wanted to protect his emotions and avoid further hurt in this relationship, yet disappointment and confusion filled his heart.
Brother Jie sensed Anthon's indifference; deep down, he felt an overwhelming weight of loss and pain. He knew he could not change the past but hoped to heal Anthon's wounds. His gaze grew more resolute as he decided to express his sincerity through action.
"Anthon, I know I've made many mistakes in the past, but I truly wish to make it up to you," Brother Jie's voice carried a hint of pleading and sincerity. "I know you don't believe me, but I will work hard to change; I hope you can give me a chance."
A storm of emotions surged within Anthon as he turned to look at Brother Jie, his eyes filled with complex feelings. He wanted to believe Brother Jie's words, but inner conflict and confusion prevented him from easily letting go. A flicker of hesitation crossed his eyes before he finally lowered his head and softly said, "This isn't the time for that; just take me home."
Brother Jie nodded without saying anything further, and once again silence enveloped the car. The distance between them seemed to stretch even further in their unspoken words; their inner turmoil made it impossible for them to truly connect.
As they drove on, Anthon's mood grew heavier and more complicated. He knew he needed time to process everything but was uncertain if there was still a future for their relationship. Confusion and uncertainty filled his heart as he struggled to find a way forward.
Brother Jie drove while contemplating how to mend Anthon's pain. His heart was filled with regret and guilt, but he knew he had to persevere; no matter the difficulties ahead, he would not abandon this relationship.
The journey felt unusually long for them, and the silence in the car weighed heavily on both of them. The scenery outside rushed by, but the unease and awkwardness inside felt like an impenetrable fog, clouding their thoughts. Both were silently pondering, trying to find a solution to their problems, yet the future of their relationship remained shrouded in uncertainty and confusion.
As the car slowly entered Anthon's neighborhood, he wasted no time; he quickly got out and hurried up the stairs to his apartment, urgency driving his steps as if he were trying to escape something. The turmoil and anxiety within him made it impossible to remain calm. Brother Jie parked the car and quietly waited inside, his expression serene but his eyes revealing a hint of deep contemplation. He watched Anthon's hurried figure with a mix of complex emotions and helplessness.
While pressing the elevator button, Anthon's mind raced back over their recent journey. His heart still raced as images of Brother Jie’s face and that man's words replayed in his mind. These memories felt like invisible chains binding his heart tightly. Suddenly, a troubling thought struck him—Brother Jie now knew where he lived. This realization sent a wave of unease through him, stirring regret within.
Anthon worried that this knowledge could lead to unforeseen consequences; after all, Brother Jie’s behavior had always been difficult to read. He recalled Brother Jie’s past actions, filled with uncertainty and fear. Although Brother Jie had expressed a desire to make amends, Anthon couldn’t fully trust him; his defenses remained firmly in place. His fingers trembled slightly as he pressed the elevator button, his eyes betraying a flicker of anxiety.
"I should have just taken a cab," Anthon muttered to himself in the elevator, countless "what ifs" flooding his mind. Now, an inexplicable anxiety gnawed at him, making him feel that his personal space and normal life might soon be disrupted in some way. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself and dispel this sudden worry.
As the elevator ascended, Anthon's mood grew heavier. He kept recalling moments from his past with Brother Jie, filled with contradictions and pain. He knew he needed to sort out his emotions but found it hard to shake off the doubts and unease within him. When the elevator doors slowly opened, Anthon quickly stepped out and rushed toward his apartment, his anxiety quickening his pace even further.
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