night gradually fell, and it was as cold as water.
after the silence, the neon lights seemed to be lifeless as they flashed past the car window. fu qinyuan turned to look at the person beside him, she seemed to be lost in thought.
the mottled light was like water flowing across her face. lu li was flickering.
when she turned her head, a small part of her skin on the back of her neck was exposed to the air. he thought of the white jade buddha bracelet on his father's table ...
it seemed to be as smooth and delicate as her skin.
the car stopped slowly, and jing xingyao snapped out of his daze. he looked up and saw the jing family's door plate. he subconsciously prepared to unbuckle his seat belt.
without any warning, his finger touched another hand.
although she had only touched the back of his hand, she could feel that his hand was very hot. she was like a frightened little beast and quickly retracted her hand.
"we're home."
