The car sped along the smooth road. Fu Chen leaned against his seat as if he was taking a nap.
The flickering light shone in through the car window, making his side profile look like a medieval oil painting. Every part of it was rich in color, exquisite, and profound.
His posture was straight and upright, and he looked elegant and charming. The various neon lights flashed past his body. Even though he was in a bustling world, he remained untainted.
Song Fengwan thought about it carefully. It's just staying there. I just have to be careful not to provoke him, and two months will pass by very quickly.
According to Old Master Fu, Fu Chen shouldn't be staying at home often, so there should be few chances for them to meet each other.
Climbing the snow mountains?
