Any excess information could bring unnecessary trouble. He only held the steering wheel tightly, eyes fixed straight ahead, continuing to drive through the night.
At one in the morning, the pickup finally arrived at the community where Helen lived.
The streets here were much cleaner than the previous immigrant community.
Although it was silent all around, the streetlights were exceptionally bright, as if they marked a safe pathway through the darkness.
Helen's house was located deep within the community, surrounded by tall trees, making it very secluded.
Zhou Qingfeng had called a few minutes ahead to inform her of his imminent arrival.
As the pickup approached, the elegant high school teacher stood on the roadside with her arms crossed, waiting for quite a while.
She was draped in a thin, light-colored coat, the hem fluttering lightly in the night breeze, her hair ruffled, making her look particularly fragile.
