Edinburgh, Scotland, 20:00;
Rong Xinghe soon dozed off in her darling's arms, right there on the silent road. His eyes, his voice, his warmth; they were all just too peaceful. And so was Edinburgh's breeze tonight. Calm.
Xi Yuan smiled to himself, as the sounds of her soft snores made their way to his ears. Diverting his gaze from the puppies, he looked at the girl. Her left hand held onto his overcoat's collar, tightly, while the other hand lied effortlessly upon the fabric of her dress over her belly. From the corner of his eyes, he could see the engagement ring on her left-hand sparkle. It suited her. The ring. Classy, sophisticated, light. Just like her, he thought.
Then, after a few minutes, the man carried her to the Bugatti waiting for them at a distance. After he'd buckled her up in the passenger seat, he walked around the vehicle, and shortly later, the wheels began to turn, their pace steady, for he didn't intend to disrupt her sleep.
