Sitting in his car, Lu Yanchen's gaze was deep as he stared at the two people outside chatting cheerily. His entire face was shrouded behind a hazy chilliness—it was as though his handsome countenance was forged out of ice, and a single touch could freeze someone over entirely.
Yet, the strange thing was that in those eyes of his sparked a fiery, raging blaze.
He gripped his steering wheel with all his might, strongly resisting his inner urge of wanting to burst out of the car as he stiffened his body. He just stared till she entered the building and that man's car drove off, till there was nothing left.
The surroundings went back to their usual peacefulness. In reality, everything had always been peaceful save for that man's engine.