Jiang Ruan's gaze falls outside the window. The view is frosty white, they arrive gradually at the foot of the mountain, and the car drives on, winding its way up the mountain road.
"No one is born a cold-blooded monster."
She chuckles.
Her Fu Chi, she thinks, is more beautiful than these mountains and rivers.
In her eyes, he's the best.
Zhou Qiyue tilts his baseball cap upwards, eyeing the girl seated in front of him who is lounging casually. Her side profile is beautiful, and the corners of her mouth seem upturned.
"For some impoverished people?"
After a long pause, he closes his eyes again, asking as he trails off.
Xu Ru couldn't help but glance at Jiang Ruan: "That's indeed a meaningful thing to do."
Jiang Ruan touched her lower lip: "No, anyone with problems can come to see, do you know Yun Lan?"