There was a clap of thunder in the sky and the night wind blew. Jiang Ruolan felt a little cold, and her body started to shiver. Seeing this, Xian Zihao quickly opened the car door and signaled to her to enter with his eyes.
Without any hesitation, Jiang Ruolan got into the car in the blink of an eye.
Xian Zihao rarely listens to music or radio broadcasts while he drives. On the way back, maybe because Jiang Ruolan was too quiet today, or maybe because the sound of thunder outside the window made people unable to breathe, he turned on the radio.
The host's laughter echoed in the silent car. Jiang Ruolan was so confused and didn't know what to think as she watched the rain outside.
Soon, the radio host's laughter slowly faded and the familiar melody began to be heard.
"I'm afraid I won't be able to hold you back in time,
There are traces of time until I am convinced that you are real,
