He was different from the men Shi Yi had met before. He was completely different from the standards she set for herself. However, when she thought of him, Shi Yi couldn't help but feel motivated. She wanted to get his encouragement and approval. This was a feeling she had never had before.
Shi Yi thought that she probably liked him.
Shi Yi sat in the car on the way home. The sun was on the west road, leaving only an afterglow. It drew an orange dividing line at the border of the sky, the last overlap of night and day.
Neon lights lit up the city, blocking out the light of all the stars in the sky, turning the sky pitch-black.
The bright street lamps cast a flickering reflection on Shi Yi's face, making the melancholic look on her face even clearer.
Shi Yi had been in a dilemma for a long time. In the end, her emotions finally overcame her rationality and she called the man who sent the message.
