C39 Cha Qing Qing's Phone Call
The night was hazy, the bright neon lights on the roadside constantly changing colors. Huo Tince held the steering wheel with both hands as the corner of his eyes fell on the dark red scar on his right hand.
The image of Jiang Xiaohan squatting in front of him in the afternoon, gently applying the ointment on his face, with her soft fingers still touching his hand, came to Huo Tince's mind