Leng Yan slightly frowned, blinked at Sister Ping, and whispered, "Ask her where she is now."
Wen Nuan stood outside the car, looking at the vehicle that couldn't move, shaking her head and sighing. The night wind blew by, and wearing so little clothing, she couldn't help but shiver.
Wen Nuan could only return to sit inside the car. Just as she took out her phone to make another call, it had run out of battery.
"When it rains, it pours."
Suffering from a furrowed brow, she leaned her head on the seat, feeling more and more dizzy before her eyes.
Leng Yan parked his car and walked step by step toward her car.
Looking at her curled up on the car seat, her delicate face lowered, her bright eyes now closed, her eyelashes lightly trembling. Perhaps because of the cold, two newspapers covering her were almost sliding onto the seat. A soft feeling swept across his heart, a faint trace of heartache.
