The winter night's deep chill is especially piercing.
Without stars and moon, the sky is ink-black, with only the cold wind wantonly blowing the roadside tree branches to sway.
Just like the night Bai Xiaoxiao had dinner at Xiao Yuting's house, from afar, she saw the vehicle parked across the street from her home.
Meng Ke was wearing a dark coat, lazily leaning against the car body.
When the distant headlights approached, he gently raised his wrist, recognized Bai Xiaoxiao's car, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
If Meng Ke wasn't standing outside the car, Bai Xiaoxiao planned to pretend she hadn't seen him.
But a living person standing there made it impossible for her to feign ignorance.
She parked the car at the door.
Watching Meng Ke cross the road and come to her car window.
"Xiaoxiao, I called you after returning this afternoon, why didn't you answer?"
