Huo Zhanting dropped An Lan off at a house in the suburbs.
He looked at the secluded location and frowned slightly, wanting to remind An Lan to be careful about her safety, but he opened his mouth and then held back, simply escorting her to the door before taking the initiative to say, "I'm heading back now."
An Lan watched his lonely figure as he left and felt a tightness in her chest, "Huo Zhanting!"
Huo Zhanting paused in his steps, stopped, and turned to look at An Lan but did not walk over.
An Lan, facing those pitch-black eyes, didn't know what to say for a moment and could only whisper, "I didn't expect you to come today."
She had thought that, given Huo Zhanting's nature, he would rather she were dead.
A bitter smile appeared on Huo Zhanting's lips, "I didn't expect I would come either."
Their words choked both An Lan and Huo Zhanting into silence.
The air was filled with an ambiguous scent, creating a slightly delicate atmosphere.
