Fu Siyu smiled, his eyes sparkling, "I'm already looking forward to it."
Shu Wan unconsciously dodged the smile in Fu Siyu's eyes, her gaze drifting out the car window to the square's fountain.
The sunlight scattered, causing a rainbow light to flicker; a breeze brought thousands of water droplets, as beautiful and crystalline as jade grains.
What wonderful weather today, Shu Wan thought.
"The sunshine is really nice."
At that moment, Fu Siyu also spoke up.
Shu Wan turned her head to meet Fu Siyu's deep gaze, a light smile emerging from beneath his eyes.
Today was unusually fine weather, yet on social media, the storm raged on.
Fu Yang's accident had lessened in discussion, thanks to the "Heavenly Divine Soldier," Fu Siyu's help.
But anyone with clear eyes could see that Fu Yang was just a diversion—the ultimate target of this public opinion war was still Shu Wan.
