In the nighttime of the Capital, there was a street that was even livelier than the hustle and bustle of the daytime. Every kind of vehicle was parked there, shops were sporadically open, there were plenty of tranquil alleyways, and in the darkness there were also old city walls and official residences.
Lou Cheng sat on the back seat, his eyes floating towards Yan Zheke's rolling hair lingering on the end of her nose and her beautiful fragrance. In his hands he could feel her soft, flexible, and slim waist. The cold wind swept by his ears along with her crisp and clear voice. He would gladly be carried by her through the clamor and frenzy of the city, through the light and through the dark, through ancient history and the present day. Heaven and earth and everything in between seemed like it had faded into the background. All that remained was this bicycle and the two people on it, leaning against one another. No matter where they rode to, they had no fear.
