She just lazily enjoyed the quiet.
The car sped along the night-shrouded road, heading toward Fengting District. Chen Yuan had driven this route so many times he was used to it. He felt like he could get there with his eyes closed.
He was currently thinking about when to go back to the private sports club to play some badminton and go for a swim.
'I've spent so much money on it. I can't just let it be a one-time thing.'
Soothing notes flowed from the car's Harman Kardon sound system, and a delicate voice enveloped them. Chen Yuan had heard this song many times before. The artist was Chen Qizhen, and her music was the perfect embodiment of the word "artsy," always managing to capture the subtle, unspoken feelings of young men and women.
"Is it going to rain tonight?"
Chen Yuan mumbled to himself, looking at the swaying shadows of the trees outside the window.
