By the time they left the Night Bureau, the sunset at the horizon was already blazing like fire, draping the forests on the outskirts of Beijing. The already fiery-red convertible body of the Ferrari became even more dazzling as it sped through the sea of trees toward the vast city of Beijing.
With one arm propped against the car door and his cheek resting on his hand, Fang Ran let the refreshing gale tousle his hair, yet his eyes remained distant as he thought about what had just happened.
The sight of Ye Sheng's wine-red ponytail fluttering in the warm light as she told him her wish—
He could not forget it.
That bright, wonderful afternoon, when so many people from the Night Bureau could gather together one last time, was the reason Ye Sheng had always worked so desperately.
The person I could have become...
Watching the scenery beside the road blur backward, Fang Ran thought of those final words and remembered the child who had appeared before him.
He still looked like Fang Ran had as a child. He had never grown up.
If that had never happened, if I had decided to move forward sooner, if I could work hard as strongly as Sister Ye Sheng—
Would he already be as old as me?
Laughing quietly at himself, Fang Ran shook away those absentminded thoughts of the past. He lifted his gaze toward the evening clouds, where the translucent pale-purple Night Sky at the horizon resembled a shallow tide of darkness.
Having found his wish again, he thought about the life ahead.
He let peace and comfort flow silently through the rushing wind.
"Captain, what are you thinking about?"
Seeing his profile in the rearview mirror, Gou Yu, seated in the passenger seat, asked softly out of