When waiting at the traffic light, Qi Lin opened the window; the rain had eased significantly. The damp air permeated her nostrils. She sniffed the air, wondering if Bai Qianye was doing well and whether that last voice was his.,Suddenly, two figures flashed through the crowd. Qi Lin excitedly grabbed the seatbelt.,But when she turned around, that familiar smile was facing her, with a hint of innocence in his eyes. Qilin twitched her eyebrows, mechanically turning around and silently telling herself, "He didn't hear me, he didn't hear me, he didn't hear me."。