The night wind at midnight was rare, especially when Huo Yichen was still sitting in the front passenger seat. Seeing Murong Qiao turn the steering wheel seriously, he couldn't help but feel a sense of novelty.
Perhaps sensing his gaze, Murong Qiao looked ahead and suddenly spoke.
"Why are you looking at me like that? Is there something on my face?" She touched her cheek with her free hand.
Huo Yichen shook his head. "No, but this is the first time I've switched places with you like this."
"It feels different?" Murong Qiao asked him with a smile and casually glanced at the time displayed on the screen of the car.
It was almost two o'clock.
Huo Yichen didn't know how to answer Murong Qiao's question.
