Fu Mingyu's ears caught someone calling Wen Nuan, and his action of bending into the car suddenly halted.
Turning to look, the crowd in front was bustling. A group resembling a travel agency was gathering at the entrance of the departure hall, counting numbers, with someone holding a large flag.
Thinking to himself that he must have misheard, Fu Mingyu shook his head with a smile and then got into the car.
The black Maybach soon disappeared from sight. Wen Nuan stared blankly, feeling a kind of inexplicable melancholy in her heart.
Wen Nuan, do you think this is fate, arranged by the heavens?
No matter when, he is always the focus of the crowd, and you can spot him at a glance.
And he is just your guardian angel, descending at your side like a deity when you need him.
The scene from that night appeared before her again. Thinking of Fu Mingyu's stunned expression after listening to her words, Wen Nuan's heart could not help but ache.
