C41 Support Her

The car drifted along the wide road as Bai Chuman finally drifted off to sleep. Jiang Yichen pulled over to the side, a cigarette between his fingers. He glanced at Bai Chuman, noticing how peacefully she slept, her head tilted to one side. It was a stark contrast to her usual playful demeanor. He reached out, resting his hand on the back of her seat