At the bus stop, Wen Nuan sat waiting for the bus, tiredly massaging her legs. A black Mercedes pulled up, its window rolled down to reveal Fang Liucheng's handsome face.
The light of the setting sun cast a desolate layer of shadows upon his face. Wen Nuan was taken aback, not having expected to encounter him here.
"Get in," Fang Liucheng's voice lacked its usual coldness, and carried a hint of tenderness instead, as if he were still the man Wen Nuan adored, as if time had reverted to the days when she was the little princess and he was her Prince Charming.
If it weren't for the recent turn of events, she might have truly believed it was all just a terrible dream.
"You needn't trouble yourself, waiting for the bus is fine for me."
