Fu Yang said he would come, so the driver didn't dare to leave. He parked the car by the roadside, keeping Shu Wan company as they waited for Fu Yang.
The evening grew deeper, and the hypnotic effect of the passing cars and voices of people lingered in the air.
After waiting for a while, Shu Wan fell asleep. When she opened her eyes again, Fu Yang was already sitting nearby with his legs crossed.
"Have you been waiting long?" Shu Wan yawned.
"Just got here," Fu Yang put down his phone and glanced unconsciously at Shu Wan's drunkenly flushed face. "Are you stupid? If you can't drink, then don't."
"I was celebrating with colleagues," Shu Wan explained. "Let's head back."
"Oh." Fu Yang adopted a more comfortable position on the sofa, looking past Shu Wan to the commercial street outside.
They had driven some distance when Fu Yang suddenly spoke up, "I feel like shopping. Come with me."
"..." Shu Wan was puzzled. "Now?"
