Mr. Qin sat inside his car, his gaze fixed on his phone, waiting for a reply that refused to come. The tension inside the vehicle was palpable, a silent storm brewing as each second ticked by.
Ziyu, seated in the front seat of the car, could feel the temperature in the car gradually rising. His own anxiety mirrored and magnified by Mr. Qin's growing frustration.
For Ziyu, the stakes were high. This was Mr. Qin's first official date, and if Stacy didn't show up, it would be a disaster, not just for Mr. Qin, but for him as well.
The hospital loomed ahead, its windows glowing softly in the evening light. Ziyu's eyes darted around nervously, scanning the entrance, hoping to see Stacy's familiar figure emerge.
She was the only one who could diffuse the tension, the only one Mr. Qin needed now. But more than an hour had passed, and there was no sign of her.