"There's no rush, we'll just wait for Zhao Xuan to slip up on her own." Quan Jingwu placed the peeled shrimp into her bowl, his voice deep and resonant.
Jian Qing hummed in acknowledgment and picked up her chopsticks to continue eating.
...
Outside the window, the moon was a slender crescent, accompanied by sparse twinkling stars in the cold night.
Under the warm orange light, the man's sharp facial features were accentuated on one side; a light breeze brushed through, tousling the hair on his forehead, his deep blue eyes enchanting.
The man leaned against the sports car, arms folded, occasionally glancing toward the hospital gate, as the curious gazes of passersby stealthily glanced his way.
"Black Jack!"
A gentle voice pierced the night, laced with a hint of amusement.
Jian Luo looked at the man leaning against the sports car; the corners of his lips lifted slightly. In a few quick strides, he came down the steps and jogged toward him.
