"Alright then," Tan Weiwei sighed, "I won't bother you two any longer. It's getting late; I'm going home."
With that, she turned and walked towards the curb.
She was walking slowly, limping even, half-expecting that the couple would see her and offer to drive her home, but who knew...
After the sound of a car door closing, she turned around only to see the black Cayenne driving away.
Tan Weiwei stood there, digging her nails into the palm of her hand, and as she lowered her gaze to the glaring red scar on the back of her hand, her face contorted with anger.
**
Lu Nancheng was driving, while Ran Tong sat in the passenger seat.
The car was very quiet.
Eerily quiet.
After crossing an intersection, the traffic light turned red.
Lu Nancheng stopped the car and reached for Ran Tong's hand.
But she suddenly started fixing her hair, and then crossed her arms, turning her head to look out the window.
The traffic light showed there were still dozens of seconds left.
