Jiang Yining drove away, watching He Jinxing in the rearview mirror, standing still, looking toward the car.
She felt a warmth in her heart, had he finally learned not to turn away first? A happy smile appeared on her face.
The man in the mirror grew more distant and gradually disappeared. Jiang Yining refocused and drove attentively all the way home.
Everyone had already returned home. Father Jiang had drunk a lot today and was sitting on the sofa, clutching his son's hand, weeping about the unfairness of fate and why his son had to be sickly.
Her brother, looking lethargic, leaned on the sofa, his one hand held by their father, and the other holding a smartphone, idly scrolling through short videos.
Mother Jiang came out of the kitchen with honey water and, seeing her daughter, asked, "Did you drive Third Young Master home?"
"Mm," replied Jiang Yining, and then said to Father Jiang, "Dad, let brother go up to sleep."