The driver stole a glance at the rearview mirror, hesitating briefly, but dared not ask the man engulfed in darkness any questions.
Halfway through the drive, Chen Yuchen called.
His voice was uncharacteristically excited: "I heard from Fan Xinglan that you saw Luo Luo? Is it true? We are planning to go with them to look for her."
Yan Yan's expression was languid, his phoenix eyes seemed to be veiled in a layer of dark mist, devoid of any sparkle.
He spoke lazily, "No need to look."
Chen Yuchen was startled, "Why not?"
"I was mistaken."
Upon hearing those light five words, Chen Yuchen fell silent immediately.
He opened his mouth, unsure of what to say to console him.
She always remembered two years ago, after Yun Qiluo disappeared, Yan Yan one day opened the phone Yun Qiluo had left behind.
When that phone's screen was unlocked, the display was not the home page.
Instead, it was the address book, on the page with his name.
