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She lifted her gaze to him, her large eyes still glistening with traces of tears. She opened her mouth, her voice still hoarse.
"Could you please..."
After she spoke, she remained seated, seemingly still lost in thought. He watched her dazed expression and smiled slightly, curling his fingers to tap on the partially open car window, signaling for her to get out.
He Shuning snapped back to reality, feeling a bit embarrassed as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "Sorry," she said hurriedly as she unbuckled her seatbelt and prepared to open the door. Lo Ye moved the umbrella forward and opened the car door for her. "Be careful; here’s the umbrella. It’s pouring."
"Thank you."
Holding the umbrella, she stepped out into the rain, which pelted down loudly against the fabric. The surroundings were so noisy, while the night should have been quiet.
Lo Ye watched as she walked past the front of the car, holding the umbrella and gazing into the distance. She paused for a second before continuing toward the passenger seat.
He pressed the ignition button, and the car started normally.
"Huh? It’s working now? I tried several times before and couldn’t get it to start," she said, a hint of confusion in her eyes.
"Did you forget to press the brake?" He turned to look at her, a smile in his eyes.
"Ah? Maybe... that could be it."
The rain continued to fall outside, accompanied by a gusty wind that made the trees along the road sway wildly. The streetlights cast a dim yellow glow, making visibility in the night quite poor.
"Where are you going? Let me give you a ride," he said, glancing at the time on the display—7:45.
"No need, I'm just heading back. I don't want to trouble you," she replied, trying to sound casual, but her voice was hoarse, betraying the sadness she had just experienced.
"It's no trouble at all. My car is going to be used by a friend for a couple of days, so I'll be taking a taxi back anyway."
"Fortunately, I ran into you. So I would appreciate it if Teacher He could give me a lift; that way, I won't have to stand in the cold waiting for a taxi." His tone was gentle, his voice clear and refreshing, and his bright eyes seemed to defy the bad weather outside.
"Is that alright?" He looked at her, seeking her consent.
"Sure," she nodded.
"Thank you." He smiled at her in gratitude.
His voice was both clear and magnetic, like coffee blended with milk, but when he sang, it transformed entirely—deep and metallic, glorious and magnificent.
If one didn't already know his identity, who could have guessed that the figure they had imagined countless times would turn out to be like this?
"Can I turn on the air conditioning?" His voice came from behind her again.
She stared out the window, unsure of what she was looking at; outside, the wind howled wildly, and it was so dark that she couldn't see her own hand in front of her.
Lo Ye felt the chill as soon as she got into the car. The weather was poor today; the temperature was quite low, and the warmth inside the car barely differed from that outside.
Even he, wearing a windbreaker, felt the chill, let alone her, who was only dressed in a loose knitted sweater.
Her complexion didn’t look too good.
“Um, I forgot to turn it on,” she said, lowering her head to fasten her seatbelt.
As the car started, the warm air gradually enveloped her. He Shuning felt the tension in her body ease slightly. She turned her head and took a gentle breath, as if she might suffocate at any moment.
The road was long, but fortunately, she had only driven a short distance.
They still encountered a few cars on the narrow road. He handled it with ease; the steering wheel seemed even more agile in his hands. With one hand on the wheel, he maneuvered through potholes and made way for others, even honking to signal the other drivers.
Until another vehicle brushed past them, she caught a glimpse of herself in the reflection of its headlights.
So this is what she looked like now—eyes red like a rabbit's, hair disheveled and falling over her shoulders. Perhaps due to static electricity, it appeared frizzy; her entire demeanor resembled someone who had just escaped from something.
It was worlds apart from how she looked the last time she saw him.
In the rearview mirror, the person beside her had maintained the same posture since getting into the car—leaning against the window with his head tilted, not having uttered a single word.
He didn’t speak either. Although he could easily see her current miserable mood, he chose silence, opting for “out of sight, out of mind.”
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