Gu Shiyan's car stopped at the entrance.
Lu Miao instinctively halted her steps.
The car door opened, and Gu Shiyan stepped out. The dusk sky cast a warm, golden hue from the nearby lamppost, lending a gentle touch to her usually aloof demeanor. Wind-blown strands of hair framed her face, adding a hint of tenderness.
Gu Shiyan's gaze softened as he walked toward her. His voice carried a hint of playfulness, "Waiting for me?"
Lu Miao replied emotionlessly, "I just wanted to know how Auntie Xiu is doing. When will she return?"
Gu Shiyan's lips curved up, taking a step closer. His slightly rough fingertips brushed a fallen leaf off her shoulder.
Lu Miao furrowed her brows and, in that instant, grabbed his wrist as he withdrew his hand.
She pulled his hand towards her and sniffed it. "What's wrong?" Gu Shiyan remained unfazed, allowing her to hold his hand.
