"Were you so mischievous when you were little?" Jiang Ruan still found it somewhat surprising, after all, she had spent two whole years with Fu Chi during their childhood.
He had always been more calm and mature than his peers, not at all like a child in his early teens.
Not to mention mischievous.
And especially the location of this scar...
Fu Chi gently ran his finger across the scar on his wrist, finally lifting the corner of his mouth, "This is my medal."
A medal he was determined to wear for life.
Jiang Ruan couldn't quite understand what the man meant.
Especially since the streets were bustling with the noise of car horns, she had no leisure to think too much about it, and finally did not respond again, riding straight to the Fu family mansion.
Dusk covered the vast and cold sky.
Coloring the earth a dull yellow.
With the lights just going up, the city's prosperity was fully revealed at this moment.
