Jiang Qingli hadn't yet grasped the unusual meaning behind Ye Linyuan's words when he suddenly looked away.
His long fingers tapped on his knee. Ye Linyuan gave a soft cough and spoke, as if casually, "I'm returning to Central City next month."
Her attention was immediately diverted upon hearing this.
She saw the car window behind Ye Linyuan and the faint lights outside, and asked, "Where are you now?"
Ye Linyuan glanced at the coordinates. "Fourth District, F073 District."
The young man leaned back, allowing her to get a better view of the night scenery behind him.
Ye Linyuan seemed to be on a street near the outskirts. Holographic advertisements floated in a staggered arrangement at low altitudes, their virtual idols waving to the street below. In the distance, a levitating skiff drifted past, trailing a banner with blessings for the upcoming Moon Festival.
