Lan Xin Ai anxiously looked at him. Seeing him not speak, she couldn't help but called out, "Honey."
"You really want to know?"
"Very much so." Desperately, the young woman nodded her head. She had been wondering about this question for a long time.
Xi Yemo looked into the young woman's eager eyes, slowly lounging beside her, and put his arm around her round shoulders: "Because..."
...
Two years ago, in River City, cherry blossoms fell one by one from their branches.
The traffic on the circular road was lined up like a dragon, the air was anxious like boiling water.
"Young Master, there's a traffic jam."
A Ferrari parked on the side of the road, the window slowly rolled down, revealing an extremely ordinary face. He anxiously glanced at what was ahead, then turned to speak to the man in the back seat.
"No matter."
The man had a perfect silhouette, enchanting features as though they were carved, thin lips carved by a knife, and a lazy curve that he habitually conjured up.