The night has enveloped the entirety of Shen City.
A black luxury car weaves through the veins of this bustling metropolis.
Outside the car window, the towering buildings are brightly lit, colorful neon lights sketching out the silhouettes of the structures.
Soft music plays inside the car, and Tang Song, seated in the back, slightly turns his head, quietly observing Liu Qingning's gentle profile.
He felt both helpless and grateful.
These past two days, they've visited many places.
They had Cantonese breakfast at Fan Building, watched a movie at the cinema, browsed electronics at Huaqiangbei, admired the sunset at Joyful Port, visited the book pavilion, watched the water show, and rode the Ferris wheel together...
However, since laying things out with her, his first love's attitude towards him had changed.
The previous intimacy was completely gone; sleeping together, kissing—those were out of the question.
