The massive black body of the Land Rover Defender OCTA streaked beneath the streetlights of the old residential complex, then vanished into the far end of the night amid a low engine roar.
Lin Qingyu stood beneath the shadow of a plane tree downstairs. Only after even the red taillights had disappeared did she slowly withdraw her gaze.
She unconsciously reached out and touched her lower back.
A trace of warmth still lingered there. It was the "qi" Su Bai had left behind, as well as the domineering yet tender mark of that man.
Just a few hours ago, she had been crying in despair over a career that was about to be ruined. Yet now, not only had her back injury miraculously healed, she had also completed the Flying Sky grand leap beneath the moonlight—the very move that had once terrified her.
It all felt like an unreal dream.
"Boss..."
Lin Qingyu murmured, the corners of her lips lifting into an unprecedentedly gentle curve.
At that moment, she had no idea that her shy, bashful expression, glowing as though bathed in spring breeze, was breathtakingly beautiful even beneath the dim streetlights.
On the third floor was a somewhat cramped three-bedroom shared apartment.
This was where several core members of the dance troupe lived together. Although Su Bai had lavishly booked both a five-star hotel and the Qintai Grand Theatre, the move had been rushed, and there were still many personal belongings to pack. So Lin Qingyu chose to return here for one final night, packing with her sisters.
Click.
Lin Qingyu took out her key and opened the door.
The living room was brightly lit.
The girls who should have been packing were not busy at all. Instead, they were neatly lined up at the living room windowsill,