A song "Story of Time" played, the melody was melodious and lingering. At ten o'clock in the evening, the dinner party came to an end, and the classmates went back to their respective homes.
"Where do you live? I'll give you a ride."
Outside the restaurant, some people waited for a designated driver, some waved for a taxi, while Du Jiahui proactively approached Li Peifeng, took out the car keys from her purse, and pressed the unlock button, lighting up the headlights of a brand-new Mercedes C-class beside them.
"No need, I'll just take a taxi with them."
Li Peifeng pointed at the taxi that had stopped, then waved his hand and said, "I'm off, bye."
Liu Zhengqi loudly reminded, "Send a WeChat when you get home."
"Got it."
Got in the car and left.
Du Jiahui was just a part of his past youth. Now Li Peifeng had his own story to tell.
