The atmosphere within the car was unexpectedly brightened by laughter, a light and buoyant sound that seemed to disperse the lingering shadows of melancholy. Tang Zhixi reclined in her seat, visibly rejuvenated, and cast a side glance at Pei Xingcheng, her lips twisting into a playful pout.
"You really need to work on your joke-telling skills," she teased, amusement dancing in her voice.
Pei Xingcheng shrugged, the trademark grin still plastered on his face. "But it made you laugh!" he countered, feeling a swell of triumph at her amusement.
"True," she admitted, her smile brightening the dim interior of the car. When Pei Xingcheng saw her smile, a flicker of relief flashed across his eyes. It brought comfort amidst the oppressive gloom of Shi Leyun's disappearance, allowing a flicker of happiness to shine through.
Encouraged by her smile, he leaned forward, eager to continue their banter. "Okay, how about this one? Why don't ghosts like rain?"
