"Ah-Shi, listen." Wen Renche's tone was firm.
He started the car, repeated his instruction for the girl to wait, and directly hung up the phone.
Not giving her the slightest chance to refuse.
Yu Zhi slowly put down the phone from her ear, glanced around, and found a bench to sit on.
The bright crescent moon hung at the edge of the sky, glittering alongside scattered stars, their glow dazzling.
Thin, cold strands of light, mixed with the soft amber of streetlights, quietly spilled through the gaps in the dense branches above.
A chill wind swept past, rustling the leaves with a sharp sound.
The girl drew her coat tighter around her, curling into a small bundle as she cupped her pale jade-like hands near her lips and exhaled warm breath onto them.
Her gaze rested on the passing cars, her long, feathery lashes trembling lightly, like a butterfly in delicate flight.
