The dense rain hammered against the car's roof and windows. The muffled sound was like an inescapable net, trapping them on a desolate island forgotten by the world.
In the quiet, enclosed space, their breathing was close.
The chill of the night rain lingered on the girl's cheeks, spreading from where they touched and seeping into every inch of his skin.
Qin Muye felt her lips curve into a slight smile, and her voice was muffled.
"Thank you, Qin Muye."
It was the first time Qin Muye had heard her speak in such a tone since their relationship had deepened.
A pang went through his heart.
Qin Muye suddenly realized that he had only ever seen Jiang Qingli's happy, gentle, and optimistic side.
Only now did he realize that she had moments when she was down, too.
