Autumn in Northern City is short.
Starting in October, the leaves turn yellow within half a month, a few rains, and the nighttime temperature drops to single digits.
As Elise Don opened the car door, the cold air rushed in, blending with the light fragrance in the car—a scent between leather and sandalwood, suddenly becoming fresh and crisp.
Out of professional courtesy, the driver turned up the air conditioning for Elise Don.
Oliver Bloom raised his hand, touching the woman's reddened nose, simultaneously noticing her teary eyes.
The car slowly glided onto the road, merging westward into the traffic flow.
The sun dropped beneath the horizon in the last second, magnificently marking the end of the day.
Once in the car, Elise Don remained silent, staring blankly out the window.
Oliver Bloom pushed up the center armrest, turned his body towards her, and asked softly, "Who upset our Lily?"
It was better not to ask; the moment he did, Elise Don seemed unable to hold back.
