Yan Xixi had no words to respond.
He was very calm: "Let's go, Xixi."
She couldn't refuse.
They were both silent on the way.
When they arrived home, Yan Xixi got out of the car first, still very gentle: "It's late, you big lout, you should head back early to rest."
He parked the car and silently looked at her.
That night, the moonlight was bright.
However, the early spring chill was evidently colder than winter.
She stood there, pulling her clothes tighter, urging him, "You should go back. You've already delayed many things for me these days. After all, work is important."
He got out of the car and walked over, a mere three feet between them.
Her face appeared very pale under the moonlight; the confident, vibrant rose she carried when laughing and talking at the Zhang Family's dinner was gone. She looked desolate, like a lone wolf standing under the moon.
He was silent too.
