At night.
Shi Qian leaned against the swing chair on the balcony. She played games on her phone, and her fingers tapped quickly on the screen.
She had fun when a call interrupted her.
Shi Qian picked up the phone helplessly, her voice lazy. "Hey, what's up?"
The boy's voice on the other end was equally languid. And if one listened carefully, there was a hint of displeasure. "Xiao Qian, don't forget about the car race tomorrow."
"Brother, you've reminded me eight times a week!"
"Who asked you to go back on your word!"
"I swear, I'll be there on time tomorrow," Shi Qian said helplessly.
"That's more like it. I'll wait for you tomorrow."
"Yeah, I'm hanging up. I'm going to continue playing my game."
Shi Qian logged out of the game and did not continue after she hung up the phone.
She threw her phone aside, got up, and turned to the bathroom.
The next afternoon, Shi Qian drove out of the house.
