A teenager in black tights and a punk jacket was standing by the wishing fountain. His handsome face and sly temperament attracted a few foreigners, and they tried to show their love via their passionate eyes.
He didn't care. He played with a coin with his slender fingers and looked casual.
Flick.
He flicked his slender finger and the coin fell straight into the center of the fountain.
He curved his lips slightly. After he'd been walking for a while, someone tapped his shoulder.
"Fu Zhinian, aren't you making a wish?"
Fu Zhinian turned around. He looked at her with disdain. "Making a wish is for kids."
Lin Wanwan did not get annoyed. She tilted her head to size him up and smiled meaningfully. "We can even meet in a foreign country. Isn't this coincidental? Also, when you saw me, you're actually not surprised at all? Could it be you are… waiting for gains without pains?"