Even though it was already winter, Shengjing's nights were still dazzling with lights, and the traffic never stopped.
However, there were noticeably fewer pedestrians strolling around compared to the other three seasons. Generally, people were wrapped up tightly, like she and Bai Chenyao, who, after dinner, wore their coats, hats, and gloves, and went straight to their car to avoid the relentless cold wind.
Since Xu Ziqiao and Dong Tong had left earlier, Li Mu continued to focus on driving, while Mu Tiantian and Bai Chenyao sat in the back seat.
They hadn't eaten too much or too little. Mu Tiantian tilted her head to look outside at the bustling street, observing the dazzling, dreamy lights and occasionally seeing one or two pedestrians wrapped up warmly, which reminded her of her past self.
During her work-study days, there were so many times she hadn't returned home at this hour in the freezing winter snow.
