When Fu Mingyu left the Fu's Group Building with a somber expression, Wen Nuan was basking in the morning sun of a foreign land, in front of the Statue of Liberty in New York.
After seven in the morning in New York, the sun had just risen. From Wen Nuan's angle, the sun was right beside the Statue of Liberty's head.
The entire statue was enveloped in a golden glow. At this moment, the Statue of Liberty was radiant, and Wen Nuan felt that her heart, which had been gloomy for many days, seemed to be covered by this gentle and glorious morning light, emitting a whole new aura from inside out.
She closed her eyes and inhaled, a content smile blooming on her face.
Suddenly, a clicking sound was heard beside her ear, making Wen Nuan instinctively turn her head, directly facing an incredibly handsome face.
That face inexplicably made Wen Nuan feel somewhat familiar, as if she had seen it somewhere before. But before Wen Nuan could recall, the man approached her with a bright smile.
