The night was dense, and the willow branches were laden with starlight and moon shadows.
Li Qiao, with one hand in her pocket, pushed open the double doors of the laboratory building, and a faint cool breeze wafted through the night air.
She walked step by step down the stairs, gazing toward the business car ahead.
Under the neon lights, the automatic door of the business car slowly opened, and within the dimly lit cabin, Shang Yu leaned against the seat with a slight lift of his thin lips, looking at her through the twilight.
Li Qiao strolled unhurriedly, her eyelids slightly drooped, concealing the joyful smile beneath.
As she approached, the man stepped out with long legs and leaned down from the car, his tall figure standing under the shade of the trees, his features deep and his demeanor noble and extraordinary.
At this moment, Li Qiao, with a restrained smile, came to Shang Yu, looked up at him, her doe eyes filled with reflections of neon lights.
