The night grew deeper, and the city's clamor gradually settled down.
A black Land Rover SUV smoothly drove into the high-end apartment complex of Cuihu Yipin.
The greenery here was excellent, with the air filled with a faint floral scent, completely different from the dusty construction site before.
The streetlights stretched the shadows of the plane trees along the road, sweeping slowly past the car window.
Fang Cheng held the steering wheel with both hands, watching the road ahead, deliberately slowing down the car.
Beside him, Lin Chuqiao rested her chin on her hand, looking at the familiar scenery outside the window, with a gentle smile on her lips.
After leaving the private restaurant on Baiyun Street, the two went to see a newly released horror movie.
Although the plot was clichéd and couldn't frighten those who had experienced real storms in life,
the atmosphere of sitting shoulder to shoulder in the dark made this evening's date especially perfect.
