When Feng Chengxuan woke up, many neon lights by the roadside had already been extinguished.
Seeing that it was already past 10 o'clock, he felt a bit anxious, saying while he disengaged the parking brake, "How did I fall asleep? Why didn't you wake me up?"
Su Xin was holding a coffee cup, sitting in the passenger seat, turning her head slightly to look at the scenery outside the window.
She responded calmly, "It doesn't matter; sitting around at home would be the same."
Su Xin wanted to say that at this moment, she wanted to spend more time sitting with him.
But in Feng Chengxuan's ears, what he thought of was her sitting alone in an empty house every night for the past twenty-six years, filled with sadness until dawn.
His heart ached deeply, and without saying anything, he drove quickly to take Su Xin back to her neighborhood.
