On the way back to Maple Residence, she did not say anything at all and Mu Yuchen did not bother her. He just put a blanket over her when she got tired and slept as she leaned against the window.
It was late at night and there were fewer cars on the road. The shadows of the trees from the streetlights flashed past her face, appearing cold and depressing.
She could see her own fragility as she closed her eyes. She could also still feel the sadness as a lump in her throat. Opening her eyes a little and looking at the cold drizzle outside, as well as the streetlights that passed by, her expression suddenly turned calm and tranquil.
She let out a light cough and pulled the blanket around her tightly. Her dry throat sounded awful and Mu Yuchen quickly got her a tissue.
