A sports car with its high beams on slowly approached. Lin Shuang stood on the side of the road to avoid it, but the sports car slowly stopped in front of her.
The car window rolled down, revealing Fu Cheng's face. He was just as gentle and sincere as when she first met him.
"Miss Lin, my godfather asked me to take you home!"
It was a lie that was impossible to refuse. Lin Shuang knew it wasn't true, but she didn't have the courage to expose him.
"Thank you, Young Master Cheng!" Lin Shuang turned her face away from the side that had been hit, covered it with her long hair, opened the door and got into the car.
Realizing that he wasn't the driver, Lin Shuang paused, her hand gripping the back door. But how could she sit in his passenger seat?
"What's wrong?" Fu Cheng asked, puzzled.
Seeing something in the back seat, Lin Shuang opened the passenger door and got in.
The car was not driven.
Lin Shuang followed Fu Cheng's stiff gaze and saw her bare feet. Lu Zhengqian didn't like women wearing shoes, so she always left her shoes in the car and went into the room barefoot.
"I'm sorry, I got your car dirty." Lin Shuang hurriedly covered it with her coat, feeling embarrassed.
At that moment, Fu Cheng saw her right hand, which she had been hiding.
"Are you injured?"
"I accidentally scratched it, it's nothing." Lin Shuang covered it with her left hand.
Fu Cheng didn't ask any more questions and drove away.
Throughout the journey, Lin Shuang remained silent. Fu Cheng carefully considered his words, wanting to comfort her, but her eyes, hidden beneath her eyelashes, though brimming with tears, showed no trace of sadness. She sat there calmly, like a lotus flower swaying in the wind, serene and peaceful.
The things he wanted to say seemed like a joke.
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