Shu Wan's inexplicable few words made Fu Yang a bit uneasy inside. "Are you crazy?"
Shu Wan closed her eyes and said nothing, trying hard to drive the magazine image she had just seen out of her mind.
When they returned home and had dinner, Shu Wan took Fu Yang into the study.
Considering that Shu Wan didn't have to work today, Fu Yang reluctantly endured it.
He acted as Shu Wan's tape recorder, sitting beside her and reading the textbook aloud.
The spring sunlight was warm, and the gentle rays leapt over the tall French windows onto Shu Wan and Fu Yang.
Fu Yang lay on the sofa, stretching out the words while yawning and reading the textbook.
On the other side, Shu Wan sat at the desk with a junior high textbook by her side, but her gaze fell elsewhere.
A breeze brushed past, lifting the hair beside Fu Yang's ear, sweeping over the messy desk, and lightly pausing near Shu Wan's hand, rustling the pages of the book.
