The raindrops soaked through her clothes, but what she felt was no longer the piercing cold; it was more of a feeling called relief.
Ran Xiangsi's steps became lighter, and after a few steps, she even spun in delight.
Soon, the rain slowly started to ease up.
Everything became much clearer.
As she took a few steps forward, Ran Xiangsi unintentionally glanced at a certain spot, and her whole body suddenly froze!
It was as if her feet had grown roots; she couldn't move an inch.
In the fine drizzle, the silver Maybach parked at the street corner was so striking.
It sat silently under the streetlamp, exuding a profound tranquility.
Ran Xiangsi didn't even need to look at the license plate to ascertain that this was Xing Chen's car.
He... Wasn't he supposed to go home? How could he... be here?
As Ran Xiangsi stood there in a daze, Xing Chen, sitting in the car, didn't remain silent either.
He opened the car door, got out, crossed his arms, and leaned against his car door.
