The movie had let out; it was evening, and the street lights came on while the city's neon started to flicker.
On the overpass, Lin Haitang stopped and leaned on the railing, watching the unending flow of traffic below, the evening breeze gently stroking her hair, a hint of desolation in her eyes.
"Here," Meng Lang handed her a hot drink.
"Thanks!"
Meng Lang glanced at Lin Haitang and stood beside her, slurping a sip of his drink.
"Is there something on your mind?"
Since a while ago, he had vaguely sensed that her mood seemed somewhat downcast, which was unusual given she had agreed to this "date."
After the movie, this feeling had only intensified.
Lin Haitang was silent for a moment, then sighed, "It's nothing, I guess I've just been a bit tired from work lately…"
Meng Lang recalled Lin Haitang's frequent business trips in recent times.
"What's the matter? Ran into a tricky case?"
