Fu Yan's eyes were deep, slightly lowered, staring at her.
She was quite tall, only half a head shorter than him, probably about 1.7 meters.
The cold wind was bleak, and she carried a fragrance on her, not strong or pungent, but pleasant-smelling.
She turned her head to look towards the entrance of the alley, and from Fu Yan's angle, he could see her exposed fair neck.
Fu Yan swallowed hard, his gaze burning as he watched her icy face, his fingertips gently rubbing her wrist, gradually loosening his grip.
"I'm sorry."
Jin Can glanced at him and left the alley without saying a word.
Fu Yan sat decadently on the steps at the doorway, smoking, while Wang Xinyu approached with a gossipy look, and plopped down next to Fu Yan: "I just saw my sister with a scowl, hey, you didn't try to kiss her forcefully, did you?"
"Almost."
