Four hours later, they arrived in B City. The streets were quieter at this hour, the usual bustle dimmed by the lateness of the night.
Yizhou pulled up in front of her apartment building and turned off the engine, the hum of the car fading into silence.
Feng Yizhou unfastened his seatbelt but didn't move to get out immediately. Instead, he pulled the car keys from the ignition and held them out to her.
"You should keep these," he said. "It's yours."
Qingran glanced at the keys, then at him. He had driven the entire way back, she had forgotten whose car it was. Without a word, she took them, slipping them into her pocket.
"I won't be able to see you for a few days," Feng Yizhou continued, leaning back slightly. "I have to take care of some things at the company."
She gave him a flat look. "The apocalypse is coming. What do you need money for?"
He smiled faintly. "Well, I have a feeling this apocalypse might be different."
