Lu Mian looked at the print on the takeout bag, thinking of the hamburger she had just eaten, as a hint of puzzlement flashed through her almond-shaped clear eyes.
What a coincidence...
She only paused for a few seconds before withdrawing her gaze, and when she arrived downstairs, Xiao Qimo was already standing beside the car, waiting for her.
It was the same unassuming black car, with the "Weilan" logo hanging on the rear, and only those in the know could understand its worth.
Under the starry night sky, he wrapped his scarf about himself and waved to her.
He was very tall, standing out conspicuously even next to a line of personal vehicles of varying heights and models.
Bathed in the moonlight and stars, he exuded a faint halo, casually tucking one hand in his trouser pocket, embodying grace and handsomeness, like a noble figure from a traditional painting.
"Let's go, time to go home." As he spoke, a faint white mist exhaled from his mouth, shrouding his features in a blur.
