Yan Xiaye silently nodded, the cold, fresh scent of the man surrounding her, bringing her indescribable comfort and ease.
Unknowingly, her eyelids grew heavy, and she quietly fell asleep.
The next day.
The Lu Family's motorcade was parked on the driveway, with the secretary-general beside Old Master Lu coming to invite Yan Xiaye and Li Yuntang to attend the banquet.
Wearing a perfectly tailored haute couture cocktail dress, Yan Xiaye wore delicate light makeup, took Li Yuntang's arm, and got into the car.
At this moment, it was dusk.
The setting sun's afterglow brought just the right amount of warmth, alleviating the tension in her heart.
She glanced sideways at the fleeting scenery outside the car window, her lips pressed together in contemplation, wanting to speak but hesitating.
