The car sped along the smooth road. Fu Chen leaned against the seat as if he was taking a nap.
The intermittent light shone in from the car window, making half of his face look like a medieval oil painting. Every part was dark and colorful, exquisite and deep.
His sitting posture was straight and upright, and his bearing was elegant. All kinds of neon lights flashed past his body. Even though he was in a bustling world, he was still untainted.
Song Fengwan had thought about it carefully. She was just staying there temporarily. She had to be careful not to provoke him. Two months was still very fast.
According to Old Master Fu, Fu Chen shouldn't stay at home often, so the two of them shouldn't have many chances to meet.
Climb the snowy mountains?
