The sunlight pierced through the tree shadows and fell on Fu Yanlin's figure, softening the lines of his profile. His white shirt made him look extraordinarily handsome and dashing, as if he were the leading man straight out of a romantic drama.
Wen Sheng remembered the night when they had an unexpected encounter in Qingzhou, where the world was connected by torrential rain and thunder roared. She had just finished a job and was leaving for Jiangzhou, meeting Fu Yanlin in a disheveled state at the entrance of the high-speed rail station.
That day, he had a cigarette dangling from his lips as he leaned against the car door, his features sharp and stern. His fresh hair held an air of unruliness and wildness, and from the moment their eyes first met, his face had been etched deep into Wen Sheng's heart.
Unexpectedly, months later, this man had become Wen Sheng's husband and was currently resting his head on her shoulder.
