Han Chengchi hooked his lips, curling them into a faint smile, without saying much else.
Seeing that Han Chengchi wasn't speaking, Gu Lanshan didn't say anything either.
The car was very quiet.
She was draped in Han Chengchi's jacket while her clothes underneath were damp. Although she didn't feel cold, it was quite uncomfortable.
His jacket had a faint smell of laundry detergent—not very obvious, yet pleasant. Gu Lanshan remembered that back in high school, whenever she had a problem she couldn't solve, Gu Enen would always ask Han Chengchi to come and explain it to her.
