The stone steps beside the old tree-lined path led downward, the sunlight filtering through the leaves and branches into dappled, fragmented pieces.
The fluttering excitement and tacit understanding that had bloomed on the platform hadn't dissipated. Instead, it settled in their clasped hands and quiet footsteps, carrying with it the cool, fragrant air of the temple.
The two descended the final step in silence, returning to the edge of the somewhat empty parking lot.
Shen Yuan habitually took out his phone to call a car.
It was earlier than they'd expected. Shen Yuan decided to be practical—he'd call a cab to the subway station, then take the subway to the East Station.
Besides, if he called a cab straight to the East Station...
...he'd probably get an earful from Li Zhi.
Shen Yuan tilted his head slightly, glancing at the girl beside him.
