Chapter 63: Chapter 51: Stunning Chapter 63: Chapter 51: Stunning Shu Wan had always been very composed, even in the face of formidable forces, she had never changed her expression.
But at this moment, her entire being was enveloped by Fu Siyu’s body heat, and occasionally, the warmth from the tips of Fu Siyu’s fingers brushed past her ears, making Shu Wan feel inexplicably uncomfortable.
She slightly lowered her eyes, fixating on a dark blue tie pin on Fu Siyu’s chest, almost counting every single pattern on it.
A gust of cold wind suddenly picked up, stirring Shu Wan’s skirt, the soft, wave-like hem fluttering against the edge of Fu Siyu’s suit pants.
Fu Siyu also lowered his eyes, hastening the pace of adjusting his cufflinks.
Before long, he released Shu Wan’s hair, stepping back, “All set.”
“Okay.” Shu Wan subconsciously tucked her hair behind her ear, “Where are we going now?”
“Let’s rest at the hotel for a while, and if you’re interested this evening, I can take you around.”
“Sounds good.” Shu Wan nodded, lifting her foot to descend the stairs.
The stairs were a bit steep, and Shu Wan moved slowly, with Fu Siyu following behind her, waiting for her to take a step before he followed suit.
The chauffeured car had been waiting on the tarmac already; once Shu Wan got into the car, she felt the chill dissipate somewhat.
“It’s actually so cold here.” Shu Wan was somewhat puzzled, “How long was my trip?”
“Over ten hours.” Fu Siyu, sitting opposite Shu Wan, poured her a cup of tea and handed it to her, “Around nine thousand kilometers.”
“So far.” As she watched the scenery swiftly passing by outside the car window, Shu Wan reflexively sighed.
In her previous life, she had been one in ten thousand, a woman fortunate enough to step beyond her high threshold and see the world’s rivers and mountains.
Yet in the modern era, an ordinary woman, with just a plane ticket, could travel to places thousands of miles away.
It was magical and wonderful.
Bruce was a city known for its “magical realism,” shrouded in a perpetual sense of absolute solitude.
Year-round gloom, towering ancient castles standing along the roads, and scattered leaves fluttering down, conveyed a decadent sense of solitude.
This was a style Shu Wan had never seen before, and thus she found it quite interesting.
Shu Wan watched intently the scenery and the passersby with their odd, different colored eyes outside the window, not noticing that while she was admiring the view, Fu Siyu’s gaze was fixed on her face.
Fu Siyu’s handsomeness couldn’t be fully captured by a video camera, not even a tenth or a twentieth, and neither could Shu Wan’s.
Shu Wan in the camera was already extremely beautiful, but when she truly stood before one, that’s when one would understand what breathtaking beauty meant.
Her features were so delicate there wasn’t a single flaw, and however many beauties there were in the world, you couldn’t find a second person like Shu Wan who could stand casually anywhere and become the focus of sight.
Because there was a quality about her that was as light as the rhythm of bamboo, as clear as pine, as if settled through the long passages of time.
Unhurried, yet with a power that could touch the heart.
She must have been cold, for even in the car, she was still draped in Fu Siyu’s coat, her slender body wrapped in the oversized coat, making her seem even more like an upright bamboo, tall and delicate.
“Fu Siyu, what’s the time difference between here and Imperial City?” After watching for a while, Shu Wan suddenly turned her head, and Fu Siyu was sitting opposite, looking at the files in his hands, his whole person silent and restrained like a sculpture.
“Imperial City is seven hours ahead of here.” Fu Siyu raised his head, the light falling into his deep eyes, unfathomable.
“Then Fu Yang must already be asleep.”
Since arriving in this era, Fu Yang had been Shu Wan’s only significant connection to this world, and although Fu Yang wasn’t particularly fond of her, Shu Wan still cared about his affairs.
“Right.” Fu Siyu put down the file, adding a bit of water to Shu Wan’s cup, “Are you hungry?”
“We’ll be there soon.
The hotel has already prepared lunch.”
“Is the food here very different from back home?” Shu Wan asked Fu Siyu curiously, “Are raw foods more common?”
The original owner of her body didn’t like foreign cuisine very much, even resisting foreign food, remembering it as a bunch of raw, bloody meat.
But Shu Wan didn’t think the same; she was actually quite curious about what foreign foods tasted like.
Shu Wan’s curiosity was unabashed, her clear eyes filled with a look of anticipation, like a forest deer sprite.
Fu Siyu’s eyes moved slightly, “I’ve had them prepare both Chinese and Western meals.”