The familiar prelude sounded, and the girl in the back seat suddenly leaned over and started singing along.
In the dead of night, her crazed singing on the arterial road carried a trace of desolation, bestowing a tinge of sadness to this well-known song.
The driver sighed, "Another one with a broken heart. Has this song become the heartbreak anthem? In ten days, eight are those who request this song with all sorts of reasons."
Qu Feitai remained silent, gazing at the fleeting night scene outside the car window.
It was destined to be lost from the beginning. Everyone could hear the sorrowful undertone beneath the bitterness of the song, only he was still deceiving himself.
The taxi couldn't get into Chunxi Road. Just as Qu Feitai was about to get off and walk in, he realized he hadn't paid. He searched his entire body but had no phone or change.
Qu Feitai removed the watch from his wrist and handed it to the driver: "It's a PATEK PHLIPPE Limited Edition, consider it my fare."
