From a distance, she could see that striking red in the snowy ground. This car was his favorite, he had it shipped back as soon as he returned to the country. Most of his prize money from competitions was spent on cars; he was very extravagant with his money.
Seeing him leaning against the car smoking and acting cool, Gu Qimiao ran over with her drawing board on her back, glanced at him, and said, "Is your foot healed already?"
"Who cares, as long as I can press the gas pedal it's fine. Get in the car."
Gu Qimiao circled the car while chiding him, "It's so cold and you're wearing so little, standing outside, aren't you freezing!"
He extinguished the cigarette and tossed it into a nearby trash can, then said to her, "No vision! Anyone would think this is very handsome, alright?"
