In the black sports car, Xia Yiwan looked at the tall figure standing silently at the entrance of the villa. Her heart ached greatly.
Three years had passed. He had become more mature and elegant. But what about her?
Her life was a complete mess, to the point that she had even become someone else's mistress.
The piercing pain in her foot and the sourness in her heart mixed together, making Yiwan's eyes teary.
Seeing her like this, Si Mo's aura once again became sharp and icy. He reached out and rolled down the car window.
With a "Boom!" he stepped on the gas, and the black sports car sped forward.
On the winding mountain road, the black sports car quickly passed one street light after another, the speed making Xia Yiwan's heart race with fear.
When the car made two sharp turns in succession, almost hitting the mountain wall, Xia Yiwan finally couldn't help but speak: "Slow down!"
Si Mo not only didn't listen to her, but even increased the speed.
