Wen Nuan?
The figure that popped up in his mind, is it Wen Nuan?
Fu Mingyu felt that there must be something wrong with his head.
Wen Nuan is like a sister, a sister!!
Staring in shock at the endless stream of cars on the road, Fu Mingyu felt as if he'd been struck by lightning, unable to recover for quite a while.
The incessant sound of horns urging him to move rang in his ears. Seeing Fu Mingyu's car still stationary, some cars switched to another lane. Before leaving, drivers would open their windows to flip him off or curse a few times, but Fu Mingyu had no time to bother.
Fu Mingyu's entire mood was consumed by astonishment at his recent thoughts.
Taking a few deep breaths, Fu Mingyu pressed down the car window.
The gentle breeze slowly blew into the car, with a touch of coolness brushing past his heart, but Fu Mingyu grew even more restless.
