She hailed a taxi by the roadside and gave the driver the address of a hotel.
When the car arrived at the hotel, Leng Jian was already standing at the entrance waiting for her.
He was dressed in a black hoodie, paired with dark-colored jeans.
A baseball cap concealed his eyes, revealing only his softly contoured side face and jawline.
He leaned casually against the wall, with one hand in the pocket of his jeans, playing with his phone in the other.
The moment the taxi stopped in front of the hotel, he seemed to sense something, shifted his gaze from the phone screen, and looked towards the arriving taxi.
Seeing Ji Weitian alight from the car, his lips gently curled up into a tender smile, put his phone into his pocket, and stepped forward.
"Leng Jian, where is he?"
Ji Weitian jogged all the way to him, panting as she asked.
