Pei Chuan ended the call immediately. After a short pause, he mentioned to the taxi driver, “Drive to the Third High School.”
The first autumn rain of September caught everyone off-guard. The pitter-patter of raindrops on the vehicles was irritating. He didn’t turn back to witness her expression. In reality, this was the first time in more than a decade that Pei Chuan had spoken to her this way.
Bei Yao stood beside the bus stop, with what seemed to be a blank stare.