The next day.
A gentle breeze stirred as the SUV sped along the highway.
Heading to the airport.
"Okay, okay, we'll really get there this time, for real, ah...? What happened yesterday? Last night, last night..."
Inside the car, Wen Xian was on a phone call, flustered by the questions being fired at her, hemming and hawing. She glanced at the man driving next to her and quickly looked away.
After a while, she turned away to look at the scenery outside the car window: "Don't ask so much now, Ling Jie, I'll talk to you when I get back."
Wen Xian hastily ended the call.
The car fell silent, with only the sound of the wind.
Wen Xian probably wished she could curl up into herself. She wore a deep coffee-colored turtleneck sweater with a black jacket on top.
Gorgeous and stylish, yet at that moment, half her face was concealed beneath her collar, only her delicate little nose and fluttering eyelashes showing, her ear tips flushed red.
Last night...
