"Just consider it as giving you gas money for letting me ride back in your car."
"Alright, let's go."
Back when they arrived, Jun Xiangyi only had one umbrella in the car, so the two of them shared it as they walked.
For some reason, as Jun Xiangyi walked beside him, a sense of nervousness welled up in her heart.
She glanced up at him; under the dim lights, his features appeared and disappeared.
Once, he was her husband—a nominal relationship that lacked substance.
During that marriage, she never shared an umbrella with him like this.
But after the divorce, she got this chance.
She got in the driver's seat, and after closing the car door for her, he went over to the passenger seat.
Jun Xiangyi casually turned on the music box, started the engine, and drove away from there.
The car was filled with silence.
Only the music softly played:
A beautiful day,
Why did you leave me?
In another way,
Nothing was said.
The beautiful memories we had,
Now will never come back.
