Gong Yeyan remained silent, letting the girl's delicate, pale fingers grip his hand.
Without his permission and indulgence, Ming Ge wouldn't have been able to lift his hand so easily.
The man's eyes were as deep as the sea, seemingly capable of containing everything, yet concealed a quiet, lethal danger.
Ming Ge paused.
In the dimly lit cabin of the car, there was a moment of silence, a faint restlessness lingering.
Time seemed to stand still.
During the countdown of the red traffic light, measured in seconds, the man and woman holding hands highlighted an unusual romance...
"The light's about to turn green." Ming Ge, out of the corner of her eye, saw the traffic signal change and hastily let go of Gong Yeyan's hand, grabbed the steering wheel, and started driving forward.
On the road, there was silence.
She pressed the center control and lowered the car window.
The summer night's breeze dispelled a trace of restlessness, yet Ming Ge still felt hot...
