Private hospital.
Located halfway up the mountain, the originally sunny weather gradually became foggy.
Driving upwards, the fog grew heavier.
Song Yizai was driving, and she drove very steadily.
Tang Si rested his head on one hand, sitting lazily in his seat.
He turned his head to look at the increasingly dense fog outside the window, with the trees engulfed in a hazy white, blurring people's vision.
All the way, he didn't speak, and Song Yi occasionally glanced at him.
This time, Song Yi looked at him again, and Tang Si happened to catch her stare.
The man raised his eyebrows, resting his elbow on the car window, and supported his head with one hand as he looked at her, smiling. He drawled, "Do I look good?"
Lazily, his tone was relaxed, as if he was in a very laid-back state.
Song Yi held the steering wheel, her hands slender and fair, exceptionally delicate.
"I'm looking at the road," she replied without even blushing or beating her heart.
