"It's getting late, you should go to bed early. You've had a long day." She glanced at the night sky, where the layers of thick fog had long since dissipated. The moon peeked out from the horizon, its lazy moonlight spilling over the garden, and Ao Jue's handsome face appeared before her, half obscured.
"Quan Xin has a really bad temper. If I'm not home, no one can handle her." He said softly, "If she gives you trouble tomorrow, remember to call me."
Su Jiuyi lowered her head thoughtfully, without saying a word.
"Why have you been so nice to me lately?"
Behind her, the dim street lamps flickered. Her voice softly echoed through the deserted street, with a hoarse nasal tone that seemed to travel through thick, endless time.
Hearing this, Ao Jue's heart felt as if it was being wound by an invisible thread, drawing him step by step closer to her, tightening inch by inch.
In that instant, even the surrounding insect sounds seemed to quiet down, and time seemed to pause momentarily.
