C387 Hate Not Deep Enough

I drove very fast. In order to tell Qin Chien that I was going to hit him, I purposely pressed the horn very loudly.

He turned and quietly stood in the middle of the street, looking at me, watching me drive toward him so fast I couldn't hear. He smiled, not even blinking.

His calmness was in stark contrast to my hysteria, and it suppressed my boiling blood