Mu Xichen's tone was calm and Li Beinian could sense his steadfastness.
Her eyes quivered slightly. She turned to look at him.
There was great calmness in his expression, as if he wasn't affected by this little episode.
Li Beinian turned back and looked ahead. There was an unexplainable feeling in her heart.
The days were always shorter in early autumn than during summer.
It was only past 6 pm but the sun had set. They could only rely on the car's headlights and the sparse street lights as they cruised along.
After a moment of silence, Li Beinian said, "Ah Chen, I had a dream a long time ago."
The man was silent, waiting for her to continue.
"I dreamed that you were dead."
Mu Xichen glanced at her sideways.
Sensing his gaze, Li Beinian turned to look at him and said slowly, "After you retired from the army, you did some shameful things, smuggling firearms and drug trafficking."
