Meng Tingxu and Qin He returned to North City on the day when the sky was filled with fine, incessant rain that stretched and twisted into an intricate web.
As she got out of the car, her wrist was grasped by Qin He.
His voice fell upon her ear, hoarse and gentle, "Be careful."
These days, his mood had softened a lot, most of the time he had this tender and gentle demeanor.
He was born with a face of gentle elegance, and this kind of soft whispering was highly pretentious.
Meng Tingxu looked up at him and met his smiling eyes, she couldn't help but smile too, "What's gotten into you these past few days?"
"What do you mean, 'what's gotten into me'?"
"Why are you in such a good temper? Are you doing something behind my back?" she teased with a smile.
Qin He was teased into laughter by her, leisurely regarding her with a jest, "Do you actually prefer it when I'm fierce with you every day?"