The car drove from the airport to the school, and Wen Nuan calmly looked out the window all the way.
Yes, calm.
Unlike the past three weeks of heart-wrenching pain, although meeting again, Fu Mingyu said nothing, yet in Wen Nuan's heart, there was a sense of belonging, suddenly settling down.
Thinking of what Liang Yanting said that day, "Give him a chance, perhaps the result will be different," Wen Nuan turned her head and asked the man concentrating on driving, "So, you guessed this day would come long ago?"
Liang Yanting glanced at Wen Nuan with a gentle smile and said warmly, "I said it before, you're so good, to be with you for so many years and not fall in love with you, either means he's incapable of love or blind. As for him, it's obviously a temporary blindness, so realizing it is only a matter of time."
