The wind brushed against her face, carrying with it a tinge of chill. Jiang Tan did not respond, but gazed out of the window, lost in the passing scenery.
So Zhou Yinghuai continued to hold her without any spoken words.
An indescribable silence surrounded them, mixed with undertones of gloom and heaviness.
Jiang Tan broke the silence, her voice hoarse from the wind. "How will it be if we go to Jiangnan?" she asked.
A strange light flashed in Zhou Yinghuai's eyes, and a genuine smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. He held Jiang Tan even tighter in his arms.
The night was quiet, with street lamps casting a scattering of light stars along the dark road.
The elegant and distinguished face of Zhou Yinghuai was softened by a hint of gentleness in his eyes. With an air of casual languor, he said, "Okay, let's go together."
