Why Don't You Guys Fight First?

Wen Xin looked up at the rolled-down rear window. When she saw the person in the car, her eyes narrowed slightly.

Against the light, her exquisite facial features appeared even more chiseled. The corners of her eyes were slightly raised, her mouth curled into a faint smile.

The man was wearing a black shirt. The sleeves of his arms were rolled up, revealing his cold, pale arms. He leaned lazily against the car window, his wrists hanging casually.

Mu Chengxi looked through the window at the lazy girl. He could tell that she had not been sleeping well recently, and her eyes were slightly red.

Their eyes met, and a slight smile tugged at the corner of Wen Xin's mouth. She appeared even more carefree and uninhibited.

Mu Chengxi's hand clenched slightly. He had not seen her for half a month. Seeing her again, he finally understood why he was so depressed.