"Still, let me send you off."
After saying this, Tang Song pushed open the car door and stepped down, waving to her through the window.
Qian Lele was silent for a moment, took a deep breath, and followed him down.
The humid, cool evening breeze gently blew across.
Streetlights emitted soft light, casting glows over the damp ground.
Side by side, they walked leisurely along the path of the residential area.
Occasionally, raindrops fell from the leaves, hitting their bodies with soft sounds.
Outside of building number 2, unit 2, Qian Lele tightly hugged her backpack with both hands.
"Brother Song, I'll wash these clothes clean and send them back to you."
"As long as you're happy." Tang Song slightly lowered his head, looked at her bright and beautiful face, and said softly, "As for the clothes, forget it. I bought them according to your size, can't return them, so consider them a gift."
