"...
The snow falls so deeply, so earnestly,
Reflecting the scars I lie within it,
I don't care about how battered I am,
But who will be with you in the future is my concern,
...!"
In the car stereo, A-Qian's ethereal and unique singing voice continued to echo, and at this moment, the atmosphere inside the spacious Buick was somewhat oppressive.
Chu Mo's gaze shifted out of the vehicle as he looked at the tall buildings outside the window, silent for a moment.
"When I introduced you to my mom before, I said you were just an ordinary office worker, and this Buick was yours. Remember not to blow your cover!"
Yang Xuan, sitting beside him, looked straight ahead. Her complexion was calm, only her fair, jade-like hands gripping the steering wheel tightened slightly.
