Early summer night, cool breezes were gently blowing. In the wee hours of the morning, in this old city district, it was rare to even see a single car.
Qiao Qianning stood by the roadside, her gaze fixed on the opposite end of the street. She believed that soon the lights of a car would appear.
Indeed, the bright headlights of a Porsche soon lit up the area. The car slowly stopped beside her, and Beigong Cang got out of the car, looking at Qianning who he hadn't seen for just a few days. She looked even more haggard than when he had seen her at the hospital. Moreover, by her feet was a travel bag.
