Yunjin Manor.
At night, a thick fog rose. It was white outside, and she could only see a vague outline of the grass and plants. Song Fengwan held her chin with one hand and chatted with Fu Chen about topics from the exam to the snow. Originally, she was still a little reserved when chatting with him.
Ever since the "white buttocks" incident, she was no longer nervous.
"You're at the ski resort? Is it fun there?" Yun City was in the south south, and it never snowed there. Song Fengwan was naturally curious about snow.
"It's fun." Fu Chen tapped his fingers on the table. "I'll bring you over after your art exam."
Song Fengwan was also chatting happily with him and nodded with a smile.
At this moment, there was a knock on her bedroom door.
"Miss Song, are you asleep?" In the empty corridor, Mr. Nian's voice sounded even older and deeper.
"Not yet," Song Fengwan said as she planned to open the door.
