Pei Jingchuan did not answer immediately. His gaze remained fixed on the distant city lights, silent and profound.
The night breeze was gentle, bringing a refreshing aura and a touch of mysterious atmosphere.
After a while, Pei Jingchuan's voice came low and calm, "Yuzhu, don't speak just yet. Wait a moment."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Yuzhu nodded slightly and closed her mouth.
Her heart was filled with curiosity as to why Pei Jingchuan was acting so mysteriously, but she chose to respect his decision.
The two of them sat silently together, not speaking a word.
Everything around them seemed peaceful, with only the city lights and the brilliant stars in the distance seemingly telling an untold story.
Jiang Yuzhu began to feel a little uneasy. She did not know why Pei Jingchuan had brought her here on such a night, nor what important matter he had to share with her.