Bao Yancheng pondered for a moment, his dark eyes gazing earnestly into Wen Wanzi's.
"How about we find somewhere to talk?"
He wasn't trying to evade or change the subject.
It took him a long time to finally understand what it was he had been so fixated on back then.
For a while now, he had wanted a chance to lay bare his heart, smooth it out, and place it in front of Wen Wanzi.
Wen Wanzi's expression remained composed as she glanced at her phone. "Alright. Let's go to Lin Villa. My luggage should have already arrived."
Bao Yancheng nodded, put on his sunglasses, and the black Cullinan merged onto the highway.
Inside, Wen Wanzi felt far less calm than she appeared. She even had to remind herself to breathe carefully, afraid of exposing her inner tension.
After so many years, she always instinctively avoided thinking about those times.
With someone you deeply loved, the process of a relationship falling apart—no matter when it's recalled—could never be a pleasant memory.