After all, the last time he held it was three days ago, before that, he used to hold her hand so freely, wandering everywhere.
It's already been eight years...
Feng Chengjin's brows and eyes distant, perhaps the memories are so beautiful, recalling them makes him unconsciously smile a bit more.
Gu Zixuan watched, squinting her eyes slightly in cold observation.
The car drove onto the road, paused for a moment, and Feng Chengjin asked, "Have you had breakfast?"
"Yes, I have."
"Oh, we'll pass by a pastry shop later, I'll get some cake, is there anything you want?"
"No, I ate quite a lot earlier, not hungry." Gu Zixuan actually loves cake, but at the moment her mind was completely occupied with wanting to determine whether Feng Chengjin actually liked her, completely uninterested.
Feng Chengjin was rejected but did not mind much.
Deep within his eyes, he merely saw it as Gu Zixuan's reserve, understanding slightly, and continued calmly looking at the sprawling roads ahead.
