Feng Yizhou didn't give her a choice. He kept driving, the hum of the engine filling the silence between them. Qingran leaned her head against the window, exhaustion settling deep in her bones. The night stretched endlessly outside, the road winding through empty fields and rolling hills.
After some time, he finally pulled over.
"Come on," he said, already stepping out.
Qingran groaned but followed, reluctantly pushing open the car door. The air was crisp, carrying the faint scent of grass and earth. She wrapped her arms around herself as she stepped onto the narrow road.
Then she looked up.
The sky stretched vast and endless above them, the moon glowing through a veil of textured clouds. It cast an eerie, golden light over the landscape, illuminating the quiet road that stretched into the distance. The fields on either side were bathed in soft shadow, their edges blending into the darkness beyond.
Qingran sucked in a breath.
