The Cullinan glided to a smooth stop.
Through the windshield, Ning Guiwan gazed at the antique-style lantern hanging under the porch eaves, its dim yellow light filtering out, exuding a unique charm.
The entire ride back had been silent. She wanted to say something to break the quiet, but Quan Yu's phone, placed on the dashboard, began to vibrate first.
The BUZZING mechanical sound felt particularly oppressive in the night.
Quan Yu reached for his phone, glanced at the screen, and answered. Ning Guiwan couldn't hear what was said on the other end, only his deep, indifferent voice saying, "I'm heading over now."
Then he hung up.
Ning Guiwan turned her head to look at him. "Are you going out this late?"
Quan Yu lifted his gaze. The folds of his double eyelids were deep, making his crystalline eyes appear profound, like the deep sea at night, possessing a terrifying magic.
"Mm." He tossed his phone back onto the dashboard, uttered a soft sound of assent, and then said no more.
