The two sat side by side. The young girl was petite, and sitting down, she only reached his shoulder. As he looked down at her from above, he noticed her eyelashes were coated with a layer of water droplets, and her eyes gradually turning red.
Soon after, Meng Heming saw a few teardrops fall onto the girl's pants, slowly soaking in and forming a dark black patch.
"Crying?" Meng Heming softened his voice.
An Yin forced herself to remain calm, turning her head away, not wanting the man to see her vulnerability. After wiping away a tear, she shook her head.
Her long hair scattered across her shoulders and back. As she shook her head, her black hair swayed in the air, forming a semicircular arc.
Pedestrians came and went endlessly on the sidewalk.
Vehicles were parked on the road, and sounds from outside couldn't penetrate in. Even the passing pedestrians couldn't see into the car. Still, such a luxurious Bentley parked on a crowded street inevitably drew many curious glances.
