Chen Yiran's eyes deepened. He reached back into the car to get his suit jacket, covering Tianxin with it. Then he returned to his seat and drove home.
On the winding road, the streetlights on both sides cast a dim light. The night grew darker, slowly submerging the innumerable city lights and stories.
The next day, Tianxin was still dazed from a splitting headache. Half-asleep, she turned over and felt a warm embrace. Without hesitation, she snuggled in.
Only after a while did she slowly awake. Opening her wet eyes slightly, she saw a handsome, refined face and a pair of deep, dark eyes. She paused, then whispered, "Yiran...?"
"Mmm," Chen Yiran responded softly.
"You... why are you still at my place?" Tianxin stretched out a hand in disbelief, poking Chen Yiran's cheek. The warmth from her hand assured her she wasn't dreaming.
