Nan Xin obediently settled into the passenger seat, fastened her seatbelt, and turned her head towards the window to feign sleep.
Li San drove, his gaze fixed on the road ahead, but his peripheral vision stayed constantly on the woman next to him.
It seemed that from this night on, they had changed from comrades-in-arms to superiors and subordinates with a gulf between their hearts.
This unclear and unspoken affection had always been there, yet no one had taken the initiative to bring it to light.
As the ambiguity faded away, their relationship grew increasingly distant.
...
Time flowed like water, and a weekend passed in the blink of an eye.
Early Monday morning, Li Qiao arrived at the research institute on time. Today was also the last day of the Medical Alliance's inspection.
In the meeting room, Su Moshi raised his eyelids and said slowly, "At three-thirty in the afternoon, shall I arrange for those two experts in the field of psychiatry to have a chat with you?"
