She sat in the car, her face filled with astonishment.
Lin Chuan on the battlefield was like a God of Killing, his cold gaze fixed on the opponents. Alone, he faced the attacks of dozens of people without being at a disadvantage, completely suppressing them. This made Zhou Rui feel a sense of awe and wonder as if she were witnessing something divine.
The expression on Lin Chuan's face was one of lofty pride and disdain, as though he looked down upon this group of mere mortals with the attitude of a god. This stirred an even deeper adoration in Zhou Rui's heart. From her childhood, Zhou Rui had an unfathomable admiration for Lin Chuan.
This admiration began when Lin Chuan fearlessly rescued her from a pond as a child. After going abroad, she thought she had completely forgotten these incidents, but upon meeting Lin Chuan again, she realized that the emotions hidden in her heart had been utterly exposed, and even fermented, like wine that has been brewing for many years.
