Mo Shichen was unmistakably the person who arrived, dressed in a grey trench coat, low-key yet elegant. Wen Yi wasn't sure if it was her own illusion, but she always felt there was something indescribably different about the aura he emitted.
Upon seeing him, Wen Yi stopped in her tracks, standing still.
Mo Shichen quickly walked up to her.
Their eyes met, her black and white pupils still cold, hair strands ruffled by the wind.
Mo Shichen spoke in a hoarse voice, "I came to pick you up."
Wen Yi walked past him, replying only two words in a flat tone, "Let's go."
She headed towards the Lamborghini, but the heavy coldness that had begun last night did not lessen, and she still did not want to look him in the eye.
Mo Shichen watched her receding figure, his thin lips pressed almost into a straight line.
A few seconds later, he lifted his feet and followed her.
