Cool, smooth, and soft to the touch, like a feather, gently passing by but stirring an unusual tremor.
A faint scent of hair wafted through, lingering at his nose.
Leng Zimo took a light breath; the smell was fresh and clean, not overly fragrant. He liked it very much.
Luo Xiaoqian considerately released his "injured leg" and when straightening up, reminded him, "Bend it a little inward, it won’t touch the wound that way."
"Alright."
He responded softly.
Standing up, Luo Xiaoqian closed the car door, then walked back to the driver’s side, opened the door, sat down, and buckled up. She glanced over at him and noticed he hadn’t fastened his seatbelt.
"Seatbelt!"
Back then, whenever they were together, he would always remind her. Now, it was his turn to forget?
Leng Zimo pulled over the seatbelt and fastened it.
Only then did Luo Xiaoqian start the car, gradually driving out of the parking lot and onto the road.
"How’s Momo’s health?" Leng Zimo asked.
"I just called the teacher in the elevator. The teacher said he’s in good spirits, so you don’t have to worry," Luo Xiaoqian replied.
"You seem very busy."
"It’s manageable."
"Thank you for the breakfast earlier."
"It was nothing, you’re too polite."
...
As they chatted, the car had already entered the suburban highway. Leng Zimo fell silent, but his gaze remained fixed on her face.
From her forehead to her eyes, her nose, resting a moment on her lips, then down to her half-hidden neck amidst her hair, and her chest, accentuated by the seatbelt.
At her chest, within the collar, a corner of the necklace pendant was faintly visible.
Shiny, silver-white, half-circle—it looked like a key?
"Your necklace is very unique."
Necklace?!


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