"You're the one driving the car," Ye Cheng rebuffed coldly.
"Driving barefoot won't be easy," Zimei retorted, unwilling to back down. "I don't need you to take me anywhere; just drive me to buy a new pair of shoes."
Ye Cheng stared at her alluring face under the night sky, his gaze deepening. After a moment, he finally spoke in a low voice, "Get in."
After all, the nearest shopping district was just five minutes away—barely tolerable.
"A Cheng, thank you!" Her smile lit up the world as though it were radiant. Ye Cheng felt a slight sting in his eyes and turned away, refusing to look at her.
The two of them climbed into the car. Ye Cheng gripped the steering wheel and drove straight-faced, showing no expression.
Zimei curiously surveyed the car's interior. It was identical to how it was in the past; even the spot for placing stuffed toys hadn't changed. It felt as though the last three years hadn't passed—back then, she loved him, and he loved her too.
