Since it's over, we should be thorough, with no lingering ties.
Not even a shred, it's unacceptable.
"I can choose not to see you off," Shen Chizheng sighed, placing the coat back on her shoulders, "but you'll be cold going back like this, so wear it."
Seeing his insistence, Su Yan didn't refuse anymore.
After a while, a taxi passed by, she reached out to hail it, bent down, and got inside.
Shen Chizheng stood outside the car asking, "How's the injury on your waist?"
"It's been treated, there's no big issue."
"..."
For a long time, he didn't respond, nor did he close the car door.
The driver in front was somewhat impatient, urging, "Are we leaving? If so, let's go quickly."
Only then did Shen Chizheng close the car door.
But after the car drove a distance, Su Yan realized his car was unexpectedly following along.
The speed was neither too fast nor too slow, matching exactly the pace of the car she was in, moving forward gradually one behind the other.
