Seated at the driver's seat was none other than Tangtang, the young beauty whom Yang Chen had left behind without saying goodbye. However, Tangtang appeared less radiant than usual. With a hint of timidity and unease, she said, "Yang Chen, get in the car. There aren't many taxis around here. I can give you a ride back."
Yang Chen didn't hesitate, opening the car door and taking the passenger seat. He asked, "Can I smoke? I'll roll down the window."
Tangtang nodded vigorously, almost seeming eager for Yang Chen to light up.
"Thanks." Yang Chen said calmly as he pressed the window button, retrieved a low-quality cigarette from his pocket – a pack that cost two yuan – and used a no-brand plastic lighter to ignite it.
