Wen Yuci stiffened her body, forced to lean against the man's embrace.
Her hands pressed against the man's lean and firm chest, and with every breath, all she could sense was his crisp, pleasant masculine scent.
A taste both strange and familiar.
Wen Yuci lifted her long lashes, looking up at the man who was only inches away.
He had removed his glasses at some point, and those phoenix eyes, unobstructed by lenses, seemed even more slender and profound. His features and facial contours were not sharply chiseled but exceptionally clean-cut and handsome. When she had been passionately in love with him, she loved to trace his features and outline with her finger.
But those things seemed to have happened a very long time ago, almost as if centuries had passed.
Too much had happened between them, and she was almost unable to recall the sweetness they once shared.
"Fu Yunshen, why must you do this?"
Knowing they couldn't return to the past, why still make such a gesture?
