Fu Siyu's gaze was deep as he looked at Shu Wan and nodded. "Okay."
At this moment, the sky was slowly turning dark, the sunset casting large swathes of purplish-red ink outside the car window, the street lamps lighting up one after another, spreading a soft pale glow on Shu Wan's face, outlining a warm halo around her.
Her appearance was extremely cold and aloof, and when she didn't speak, her eyebrows and eyes were frosty, like a goddess perched atop a temple, noble and inviolable.
Therefore, when the goddess was willing to descend into the mortal realm, it was especially heart-stirring.
"By the way," Shu Wan suddenly remembered something, she looked towards the screen, "today, the housekeeper mentioned that the horse was delivered, I'll have time to try it out."
"Okay, I trust your skills."
"There are also some gift boxes; I've had someone put them in Fu Yang's room."
"..." Fu Siyu paused briefly, "Actually, those gift boxes were meant for you."
