Along the way, Cen Jin made quite a fuss, and Jiang Baizhou kept a calm face, silently vowing in his mind that if anyone ever dared let Nie Cenjin drink again, he wouldn't mind taking a knife to chop them up.
In the end, perhaps she was tired of causing a ruckus, or the true aftereffects of the alcohol had kicked in, making her head even more dizzy, she finally quieted down, obediently leaning against the seat back, half-opening her eyes in a daze.
Seeing her silent, Jiang Baizhou turned his head to glance at her, gazing at her delicate face flushed with a rosy glow. His lips pressed into a straight line, something unknown seemed to brush across his heart before he silently withdrew his gaze, focusing intently on driving.
The night sky after the rain looked very refreshing, a silvery crescent moon hung in the sky, surrounded by a scattering of stars.
