The night was pitch-black as ink.
The light was dim, and he stood with his back to it, his features hidden in the darkness, with only his eyes shining bright like gems.
Wen Xian held his cigarette and lighter in her hand.
Lu Xiao looked at the items in her hand.
Both of them: "..."
A subtle, indescribable tension suddenly filled the air between them.
Silence was more profound than sound.
When he spoke again, Lu Xiao took a step forward and took the cigarette and lighter from her.
Then, looking towards the gate swallowed by the night, he spoke indifferently, "These cheap cigarettes are too harsh, not suitable for you."
Wen Xian: "..."
She stared at his cold, resolute profile, and although she guessed something, she no longer asked.
Ambiguity reverberated between them.
Her lips curved slightly into a faint smile, "Captain Lu, I'm leaving tomorrow."
Her sudden statement.
It seemed as if the air around them grew stagnant.
