Ye Qinghao saw An Lan get out of the car, started the engine, and drove toward home.
As he started the car, he instinctively glanced at An Lan in the rearview mirror and noticed she turned to look at him. For some reason, the corners of his lips curled up.
Only when he could no longer see An Lan did he finally start to drive seriously.
He focused on the road ahead, but his mind kept replaying what An Lan had just said.
"... Love is, as long as you are with him, even doing the most boring things, time seems to fly."
He had never understood what love was. For him, there weren't any moments of excitement. Yet, when An Lan said that, he instinctively recalled the times they worked on cases together.
Before An Lan joined the police team, he always felt impatient while working on cases, thinking they took too long. He constantly wished for the workday to end so he could go home and rest.
But when did things change?
