Shu Yimo remained quiet for a long time, but ultimately did not answer. He simply gave him a glance, said nothing, and got out of the car.
The slender, lean figure quickly disappeared into the door ahead.
Long Chengyu's eyes held a certain depth, and almost subconsciously, he reached into his coat pocket, soon pulling out a packet of cigarettes, casually taking one out and lighting it…
The spreading smoke made him cough lightly a few times, his ink-like eyebrows also slightly furrowed.
There was just a bit of irritability at the bottom of his heart.
He waited for quite a while until he saw the light turn on in the window above, and then he finally started the car and drove away.
...
As the night calmed down, by the floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room, Shu Yimo drew back the curtains to look out, just as Long Chengyu's car was gradually receding into the distance, and in the blink of an eye, its silhouette also vanished into the vast curtain of rain.
