After waiting for over half an hour, the rain showed no sign of letting up.
Fang Jin used Li Qingmo's phone to book a car, and Qingran and the others booked one too.
After dropping off Ruan Ruan, just as they were about to take Xie Ying'an home, he leaned back in the rear seat and casually said, "I'm not going back. I'm going to your house today."
"Alright then," Li Qingmo, sitting in the front seat, turned his head.
After Ruan Ruan left, the back seat wasn't so crowded anymore. Qingran shifted towards the empty space next to her, only to have her hand suddenly caught by Xie Ying'an, who was pretending to sleep, with unerring precision.
The boy's fingertips were icy cold. After the rain, when the temperature had dropped a bit, touching Qingran's hand sent a shiver down her spine.
Xie Ying'an, leaning against the seat with his eyes closed, didn't notice Qingran's momentary shudder.
