The weather today was unexpectedly overcast.
The autumn air gave the usually crisp Shanghai a hint of indescribable oppression.
Inside the car, everything was quiet.
Everyone was silent.
The car moved unhurriedly along the streets of Shanghai.
The gloomy skies seemed to be on the verge of rain at any moment.
"Beidi," Yao's mother suddenly spoke.
Yao Beidi's gaze shifted inside the car, falling on her mother.
"Don't be scared." Yao's mother held her hand. "Mom is with you."
Yao Beidi smiled faintly, but the smile was somewhat pallid.
She looked at the psychological counseling center visible from afar.
Actually, she wasn't afraid.
It was just a vague sense of discomfort that she couldn't quite explain.
Her gaze subtly shifted, landing on Xiao Ye, who sat in the front seat.
She resisted him coming along, but her mother insisted on Xiao Ye accompanying them.
