In the underground garage of Yuhuating, Yulan stared down at the time on her phone. The blue light from the screen made her complexion look even paler.
After parking the car, Xu Che tapped his fingers against the steering wheel and looked at Yulan in the passenger seat with a raised brow. "Sister Yulan, would you mind if I came up for a while?"
Her fingertips rubbed against the seatbelt buckle. Her throat felt as if it were stuffed with wet cotton. The drive from Aman to Yuhuating had taken nearly an hour, and by the time they arrived, it was already dusk. During that entire time, Shen Zhixing hadn't called once, nor had he sent a single message. Yulan felt a dull ache in her chest. She forced a faint smile, her voice as light as a feather as she replied, "Of course."
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