The girl nodded earnestly.
"Suitable, I think you look good in a trench coat."
Yet, for some reason, since that year passed, she never saw Pei Yan wear that coat again.
To be precise, she never saw him wear a trench coat again.
The girl's recent remark, "you look good in a trench coat," left Pei Yan momentarily dazed.
The only one in his wardrobe had been bought by Lin Zhen.
Lin Zhen disliked men in suits and leather shoes but had a particular fondness for trench coats.
In her heart, her husband reeked of coppery money, far inferior to the scholarly and cultivated men around her, the gentle and refined heirs with literary grace.
For that reason, during those years, he studied hard, wanting to become a cultured man, fearful of being despised by Lin Zhen like his father was.
Sadly, he was still too naïve.