Five years later
In the foggy United Kingdom, after several days of continuous gloom and rain, the sky was heavily overcast with dark clouds, and thunder rumbled outside. The air was filled with a cold, damp scent.
Dressed in an evening suit just back from a banquet, Zhou Wenbin turned on the bedroom wall lamp.
With eyes clouded by a touch of intoxication, he stared fixedly at the woman leaning by the French window.
Clad in a teal, simple outfit, untouched by dust, her scattered chestnut-brown hair and slender strands accentuated her peerless features. Her delicate brows, naturally tender and gentle, were slightly furrowed. Those indifferent and cold eyes stirred no waves.
In these five years, Lin Yan, who had become a mother, had long shed her greenness and blossomed into even greater beauty.
From him, barely any trace of the past could be found, something Zhou Wenbin often missed.
