Yao Qin deliberately softened her voice and gently called out, "Jingting."
As she spoke, her entire body lunged toward him.
Before Huo Jingting could come to his senses, he saw her fall into his embrace, and his remaining rationality nearly snapped.
When he looked up, the face reflected deeply in his pupils was actually Gu Nanqiao's.
His gaze gradually scattered, and his hand pressed against her slender waist with a little force.
...
Half past twelve.
After checking the time, Gu Nanqiao put her phone back down.
She lay on the bed, eyes closed yet unable to sleep, her mind a chaotic mess she couldn't comprehend.
Time passed second by second, and in the blink of an eye, it was one o'clock, yet Huo Jingting still hadn't returned.
Several times she thought of calling him, but upon picking up the phone, she put it back down again.
...
Beside the road.
Inside the car, only Huo Jingting remained, with the passenger side door still open.
