Yun Zhao did not speak. She quietly pulled back her hand, looked at the already healed wound on her finger, and glanced down at the robe draped over her lap. She pinched the fabric between her fingers and rubbed it, then checked her finger again to make sure there was no blood left before spreading her palm out in front of Black Glasses.
Looking at those fair, flawless fingertips, Black Glasses pressed his lips together. He glanced over and noticed the eyes beneath Zhang Qiling's sunglasses narrowing slightly, but in a flash, the corners of his mouth pulled back into a smile. "Zhaozhao, now that we've found our person, where are we heading next?"
Yun Zhao remained silent, and the inside of the car plunged into an eerie stillness for a brief moment.
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