She closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling of the wind kissing her face, as if a soft feather was caressing her gently. It was so comfortable.
In the blink of an eye, the beauty has turned old, and her face had shriveled.
Soon after, when she opened her eyes again, she found that her body was covered by a coat. It had a familiar smell, like the scent of freshly-washed cotton. However, it did not smell pure as it used to be. She sat up and stared down at the coat. It was black, which was one of the most common colors. The coat was very soft as it was made from wool. Yan Huan was not unfamiliar this coat. It was custom tailored for Lu Yi according to his height and waistline when she was shooting a movie in a foreign country. It was Lu Yi's favorite all along. He even insisted on wearing this throughout the winter months, leaving all of his other coats untouched in the wardrobe. As a result, many of them had never been worn by him.