Because he didn't know how to drive, Tong Yan could only call Qingmu and brief him on Quan Shu's current situation, asking him to pick him up. She and Quan Shu stood by the roadside and waited for him.

July was almost over. Although the day was still hot, there was a cool breeze at night. Standing under the pitch-black night sky, Tong Yan felt a little cold.

Quan Shu's lips turned green and he knew that she was cold. He quickly loosened his grip and leaned against ...