They had arrived at the hospital, but neither of them was in a rush to get out of the car.
After the car stopped, the engine automatically turned off, and the interior fell into a hushed silence, an eerie quietness filling the atmosphere.
The driver didn't dare to move around and obediently sat in the front, occasionally sneaking glances in the rearview mirror.
"Get out," Gu Chenxiao said.
The driver who was sneaking peeks got caught red-handed, froze for a second, and then realized that he was the one being told to leave the car.
"Yes."
Outside, the cold wind was biting.
Deep winter had set in, and it would be New Year's Eve in half a month.
After the driver got out, he shivered, hugging his chest with his hands.
Before him, objects fell like fluttering cotton from above, and he looked up.
It was snowing.
...
Inside the car.
After a period of prolonged silence, it was Song Yan who broke it first.
