Lu Jianyu kept watching his figure disappear at the door. From the moment he met Chu Han, this man always gave him a feeling of being withdrawn and cold. No matter how gentle and elegant he looked on the surface, or how appropriate the smile on his lips was, he seemed cold and without warmth.
Like the falling snowflakes in winter, beautiful and cold.
Chu Han——What a fitting name, so touching yet so cold to the bones.