The next day.
The sun was rapidly setting and Zhao Lifei was growing antsy. She stared out of the window where a full moon could be seen and the night was speckled with nothingness. Thin clouds stretched across the skies, dimming the glow of the moonlight. The pale, lifeless glow emanating from the moon painted the pavement a silvery color, enhancing the eerie and ominous air.
Zhao Lifei hadn't seen Jiang Zihui after yesterday's incident. This was always good news to her. Although he hadn't done anything to her besides lying, she was still doubtful of his intentions towards her. He was a whirlwind of emotions and she couldn't predict the next one. She didn't know how long she had been in Leinan for. Regardless of the days, it was time to head home. But how?
