The dim streetlights cast a faint glow on the narrow streets of the township, making the shadows of the two appear somewhat lonely.
Wei Jia's steps were still a bit unsteady, having just come out of the clinic, and the discomfort in her body left her feeling weak.
Li Jing held her arm with a bit of force, subtly using his strength to help bear her weight.
The night breeze in the small town carried a touch of chill, blowing past the simple roadside shops and mottled walls, creating a soft whistling sound.
Li Jing occasionally turned his head to observe Wei Jia's face, worried she might not withstand the night's chill.
But Wei Jia remained composed and resilient, showing no sign of needing care.
The sound of their footsteps echoed on the silent streets, like the only melody in this impoverished township's night.
Most of the houses on both sides were dark, with occasional faint light highlighting the depth of night.
