Daybreak.
When Tang Fei got up, it was seven in the morning.
After dressing and coming downstairs, she immediately saw Ye Chenxi sitting at the dining table, eating breakfast.
He was wearing a crisp white shirt, topped with a delicate handmade light blue vest, with a nice tie, and his jacket draped over the back of his chair. He looked exceptionally noble, despite being just over twenty, he had the maturity and steadiness of a man in his thirties.
In the morning light, the sun gently poured through the glass wall, casting his tall figure into a long, elongated shadow.
The shadow, however, took on an extra touch of enchanting allure.
Tang Fei froze midway down the stairs, staring at him absentmindedly, losing herself completely unaware.
Until his voice, as cold as ever, floated in from not far away, "If you're not having breakfast, go drive."
