"The car is here."
A black luxury car drove over from a distance and slowly stopped in front of them.
The driver got out of the car, attentively opened the rear door. Yu Chiyin stepped forward gracefully, his large hand resting on the car door frame, and turned slightly to look.
"You're not leaving?" he asked softly, his gaze intentionally avoiding the figure not far away.
Song Sixuan was overjoyed, her high heels clicking against the ground.
"Yanbai, thank you."
Song Sixuan bent down to sit in the car, her face lightly smiling as her gaze discreetly swept towards Lu Fengxuan's figure in the distance.
Yu Chiyin, Yu Yanbai.
Sooner or later, she would realize—they were never the same person. Once she did, she would naturally back off.
Then Yu Chiyin, standing by the roadside, also got into the car. The windows closed tightly, and the driver started the car slowly, driving away.
