Chen Yiran turned to look at Tianxin, his deep eyes reflecting the lights outside the car window, his gaze so intense that it sent a chill down Tianxin's spine.
In the end, he stubbed out the cigarette in his hand, threw it away and said calmly, "I haven't smoked in a long time."
"Oh." Tianxin nodded, not daring to ask any more questions.
On the way back to Z City, Chen Yiran concentrated on driving while Tianxin rested her head against the passenger seat window, watching the reflective signs whizz by on the highway, lost in thought in the silence.
Perhaps the silence in the car was too oppressive, so Chen Yiran gave Tianxin a glance and turned on the radio.
"Dear listeners, the next song is requested by a girl named Xiaomeng. She said she had just been through a breakup today. She wants to pay tribute to her lost love with this song, 'Exclusive Memory'. Let's listen quietly with her,"
