Yunjin Prime Manor…
Qiao Aiyun helped pack Song Fengwan's luggage and belongings before the group took two cars and drove to the airport.
Fu Chen drove Song Fengwan and followed behind. The two of them didn't speak much along the way, and the atmosphere was slightly depressing.
Song Fengwan had drunk some alcohol at the old Fu residence in the afternoon, and her face was flushed. She lowered her head to look at her phone one moment and then glanced sideways at Fu Chen the next. She wanted to say something but kept hesitating.
The sun was just right today. It shone through the dark car windows and complemented everything in the car to look soft and gentle. At a red light intersection, just as Fu Chen stopped the car, Song Fengwan reached out and grabbed his hand.
"When you get back, send me messages and call me often." Fu Chen reached out to stroke her brow bone.
He couldn't bear to part with her.
He wished he could go back with her.
