C675 I Am Just a Bystander!

The winter sun was warm and gentle, not glaring. Wen Mian sat in the passenger seat, her head resting lightly against the back, gazing at the scenery rushing by outside the window. Her expression was calm, revealing nothing of her thoughts. In her lap, she held a small, delicate box, her fingers unconsciously tracing its surface, as if reluctant to let go, yet trying to forget