"Okay." Ye Wangchuan tilted his head back against the chair, closed his weary eyes, and let his body relax.
Qiao Nian glanced through the right side rear-view mirror at the man's defined jawline, then quietly turned on the car's music system, playing a soothing piece of instrumental music.
Warm air gently flowed inside the car, accompanied by the soft, relaxing music that eased the nerves.
The tension that gripped Ye Wangchuan all night loosened a bit, and the crease on his forehead smoothed out unconsciously. His long eyelashes quivered slightly, but he didn't open his eyes.
As Qiao Nian drove, she kept an eye on his condition and whispered softly, "Don't worry, I'm right here beside you."
Ye Wangchuan's heart skipped a beat; no one had ever comforted him like that before, but he couldn't help the genuine trust he felt towards the girl beside him.
