Song Fengwan walked out of the atelier. The shadows of the trees were cast on the ground by the street lights, and they looked bleak as they swayed in the wind.
The autumn wind was chilly, and it was inevitable that people would feel the chill. She wrapped her clothes tightly around herself and walked back home quickly, without even noticing the suspicious figure behind her.
Cheng Tianyi's eyes were red, and he was so nervous that he gulped. In another two or three minutes, she would be entering the territory of Yunjin Prime Manor. If he didn't act now, it would be too late.
He gritted his teeth and ran toward her.
When Song Fengwan heard the sound of running footsteps, she subconsciously turned her head. It was so dark that she couldn't see his face clearly, but his buzz cut was particularly eye-catching.
