"Bao Shaojin." Her soft pink lips parted, a thin layer of sweat glistening on her forehead.
When a faint sound echoed from the staircase, Bao Shaojin stopped in his tracks, waiting in place until he saw the young girl rushing toward him.
When the young girl called his name, her tone was soft and timid, with a trace of murmur. The sound stirred a sudden restlessness in his heart.
"Something else?"
His voice was clear and transparent, his tall figure casting a long shadow under the light.
"You're driving back now?" The young girl stood on the staircase, appearing taller than the man, yet his gaze sweeping toward her made her feel timid.
"Hmm." Bao Shaojin let out a soft hum.
"You've already been driving for so long. If you head back now, it would be fatigued driving. You might as well..." An Yin looked earnestly at the man, only to see his eyes darken, and realizing she was meddling too much, she hastily shut her mouth.
