Wang Yan escorted Tang Jingyi as they slowly walked along the dimly lit road.
It was already close to midnight, the road was deserted, and the dim streetlights cast shadows over them, lengthening them, then shortening, lengthening again, and shortening again.
The sound of their footsteps was particularly clear on the silent road.
Throughout the journey, Tang Jingyi and Wang Yan said nothing, creating a peculiar atmosphere, as if something was lodged in their throats, rendering them speechless.
The more they couldn't speak, the quieter it became around them, and the atmosphere grew even stranger, making them increasingly unnatural.
This awkward atmosphere first affected Tang Jingyi.
Tang Jingyi's face turned crimson, and under the dim streetlight, this blush made her even more alluring.
