The silver sports car had just come to a stop when the window slid down.
An elbow rested on the window, revealing the sleeve of a black shirt. The small forearm lifted up, fingers long and beautiful, with distinct knuckles, lying in the hazy light like a piece of art.
Then, there was a sharp snap of fingers.
"Get in."
A clear voice came from inside the car, somewhat hearty, somewhat light, the pleasant timbre suddenly ringing out in the night, incredibly delightful to hear.
Even the cold wind blowing head-on didn't seem so sharp and biting anymore.
The light was dim, slanting into the car, dividing light and shadow with an oblique line. The youth's face was hidden in the shadow, but from a few blurred outlines, one could vaguely make out his handsome features.
"Goodbye."
This was said by Nora Scott to Lily Turner.
After she spoke, she walked towards the obviously visible luxury sports car.
