The taxi continued along the road, carrying the three passengers toward an evening none of them had planned properly.
For a while, nobody spoke.
Each person was occupied with their own thoughts.
Liang Chen sat by the window with Yun Hu comfortably curled against him. The kitten's fluffy head rested against Chen's arm, and every now and then his ears twitched whenever the taxi passed over a bump.
Xu Jin sat beside them, unusually quiet.
He occasionally glanced at Chen, only to immediately look away whenever Chen happened to move.
Chen, meanwhile, was still thinking about everything that had happened earlier.
His suspicion about Xu Jin hadn't disappeared.
If anything, it had become more confusing.
But he didn't want to ruin the evening by overthinking.
I'll figure it out eventually.
He looked outside the window.
The scenery gradually began to change.
