"Niannian, be good, what's this?"
"Mommy!"
"How about Daddy plays some music for you? Let's put on some music..."
"Mommy—"
...
In the car behind, the driver's seat cloaked in darkness.
Despite the distance, you could faintly hear the sound of a child crying from the car in front. In the quiet of the night, the child's sharp voice seemed to have a penetrating quality.
The streetlights shone through the car window, illuminating the slender fingers gripping the steering wheel. You could clearly see the fingers gradually clenching tighter with each wailing cry of the child.
The veins on the pale hand were already protruding due to the excessive force.
In the car in front.
Watching the little one cry more and more fiercely, Xicheng was at his wit's end. Finally, he had a sudden stroke of inspiration and turned on the reading light.
"Niannian, look, where is it bright?"
