Chen's mother found the sight pleasant to her eyes, her heart blooming with joy. When Zhu Yan sat in the driver's seat, Chen's mother hurriedly pushed her son into the passenger seat, insisting she did not like to sit too close to others.
If it weren't for people coming and going on the street, and Chen's mother's insistence, Chen Xiaoyi would have almost started another argument with her. Considering it would only be a few minutes drive home, he compromised for the sake of his mother's feelings.
As Zhu Yan started the car, Chen Xiaoyi suddenly felt as though someone was watching from behind, and he sharply turned his head.
"What are you looking at?" Chen's mother was displeased with his somewhat neurotic behavior.
Although there were streetlights, the distance was still pitch-dark, and nothing could be seen clearly. He turned back with a dark expression.
What he did not know was that his turning back had torn someone's heart in half.