Xu Huan froze, feeling as if the entire world had come to a standstill at that very moment.
Xu Jiayan’s taillights receded into the night, looking like a falling star, carrying away her last shred of hope.
"Third Brother..." she whispered. The murmur of his name was nearly swallowed by the silence, like a faint breeze trying to pierce through the heavy curtain of the night.
Chapter 42