Mu Shuoqian saw the distracted Gu Qili suddenly dash onto the car lane; his heart nearly stopped. With all his might, he pushed open the car door, almost without any thought, ready to rush out.
Just as one of his legs stepped out, it stiffened alive; a swift figure suddenly appeared behind her, pulling her to the side of the road just in time. Holding her hand, he seemed to be scolding her with his head down, but there was not a trace of harshness in his eyes, only full of concern.
All the while, Gu Qili hung her head like a child who had made a mistake, unaware if she was listening. After they spoke for a while, she got into his car and left.
Mu Shuoqian returned to his car; despite the air conditioning being on, he felt waves of chill down his spine, gripping the leather seat beside him uncontrollably, his fingers almost digging deep into it.
