"Sorry, you've got the wrong person."
Yi Yu's voice reached Zhong Xueran's ears through the wind.
She felt a little cold. Perhaps it was the wind, perhaps something else.
Expressionless, Yi Yu opened the car door and sat in the driver's seat. The engine roared, and he drove away without the slightest reluctance.
Only when his car had driven far away and was about to disappear from sight did Zhong Xueran come back to herself.
In fact, Yi Yu was watching her too.
The wind sent petals fluttering down. In the chilly breeze, Zhong Xueran tilted up her unadorned face. He was too far away now to make out her features, and could only vaguely see a solitary figure.
Yi Yu suddenly felt somewhat unsettled.
He had never experienced this emotion before, but now he did.
He undid his shirt collar, which seemed to be choking off his breath. The feeling made him very uncomfortable.
Yi Yu stepped on the accelerator and raced down the deserted highway out of the city.
Soon, he spotted a white sedan in his rearview mirror.
That woman who refused to give up had caught up again.
For no reason, a trace of joy rose in his heart, and he slowed down a little.
The person chasing him was, of course, Zhong Xueran.
She had never been someone who gave up easily. Even if he played dumb and denied being Xu Yi, she trusted only her own judgment.
A wintersweet petal was caught in Zhong Xueran's hair; she had not had time to remove it.
Yi Yu was a little dazed. He picked up his phone, pondered for a long time, then slowly pressed the brake and dialed a number.
Before long, Zhong Xueran, who was pursuing him, perked up. Xu Yi had stopped again.