Men of poor character, whether formidable or not, are very frightening.
Some girls think they are marrying a husband, only to jump straight into a grave.
Tong Le nodded earnestly, listening to him speak, while Li Zaijun, seated in the passenger seat, was silent, looking out at the rain through the window, her thoughts unknown.
Shen Lin dropped Tong Le off first, taking her home, and then slowly drove Li Zaijun back to the compound.
After Tong Le had left, only the two of them remained in the car, quiet, with only the sound of other cars' horns and the pitter-patter of rain audible.
Neither of them spoke first.
The atmosphere gradually became subtle.
The car merged into the traffic, cruising unhurriedly, and at that moment, Shen Lin's hand suddenly opened the storage compartment in the middle of the seats.
Despite still looking ahead as he drove, his slender hand extended a bottle of milk in a glass jar toward her, "Take it."
