A beautiful face, so pale that not a trace of color could be seen.
Dan Hanjie stood by the car door, his resolute face expressionless, as a pair of deep eyes gleamed with an unusual light.
Watching her crouching by the roadside, the hand by his side silently clenched, the back of it veined with green.
He restrained himself from approaching.
Qin Youxuan returned to the car on her own.
Turning her head, she looked at the man who had already returned to the driver's seat one step ahead of her, a shadow of sorrow flickered through her cat-like eyes, and without speaking, she reached out and fastened her seatbelt.
The car started again.
This time, Dan Hanjie didn't speed.
He drove smoothly all the way to the private villa and watched her get out of the car, his hands grasping the steering wheel, while his towering figure remained immovable.
"Dan Hanjie, can we talk?"
Seeing him about to leave, Qin Youxuan suddenly spoke out.
"..."
