On the second floor of Lin Junyi's villa, there stood a woman at this moment.
That woman was Chu Jingyun.
Between her fingers, she held a lady's cigarette. In fact, she rarely smokes in front of others, not even her parents know she smokes.
But Song Yansheng knows.
She remembered the moment Song Yansheng caught her smoking, and the way his handsome brows furrowed, her heart fluttered. She cherished even such fleeting emotions.
He could tell that Song Yansheng didn't like women smoking, but he didn't say anything, as if he was indifferent.
Yes, indifferent, Song Yansheng has always been indifferent to her.
She once thought this kind of man would not be passionate toward any woman, nor would he fall in love with any woman.
But Shi Nuan's appearance broke this curse, Song Yansheng was deeply entangled, unable to extricate himself.
At this very moment, she stood here, able to see from afar the scene of the two embracing.
