It was past eight in the evening.
He City had not seen any snow, the chilly moonlight spilling onto the streets, where every household's lights shone brightly, laughter occasionally escaping into the night.
There was an air of New Year's festivity.
Having not slept well all night and after driving all day to reach He City, Qin Guanglin sat wearily in his car, the window rolled down, quietly watching the night outside without immediately getting out.
The night breeze blew gently, his fingers tapping lightly on the steering wheel.
What was she, a teacher, afraid of?
Every day, teaching classes, writing novels, grocery shopping after work, cooking, sometimes watching a movie or strolling down the streets together.
What was she anxious about?
Turning his head, Qin Guanglin glanced at the black bag on the passenger seat, his thoughts tumbling and intertwining in his mind.
He feared He Fang wouldn't tell the truth.
