On his way back, Lin Wenxi leaned behind Zhao Yuan, with his hands tightly around Zhao Yuan's waist, and his face tightly against his back. With the cold wind blowing two sides of his body, he still felt warm.

Chen Wanxin's crying figure appeared in their vision. Zhao Yuan screwed the acceleration gear and the car was zooming like an arrow.

"Yuan, stop." Lin Wenxi said.

The car stopped slowly.

"Let's go to see her." Lin Wenxi said. ...