Qiao Si was unsure of his feelings for Gong Xue. All he knew was that ever since they had parted, her elegant face would constantly appear in his dreams....
The noble woman, as graceful as an orchid, as light as air, was easy to overlook, but who could live without air?
Qiao Si shed a tear. A chilly wind blew past, and he suddenly looked up, calling out, "Xue Er..."
He anxiously scanned his surroundings. A moment ago, he could distinctly feel Gong Xue's presence.
Gazing at the deserted graveyard, Qiao Si suddenly broke into tears. His Xue Er was gone, gone....
She despised him so much, she probably didn't want to see him again.
When Qiao Si descended from the mountain, he saw a figure standing next to a sports car, a woman dressed in a red dress, smiling at him from the corner of her mouth.
"Shaoting, finally you came out. I've been waiting for you a long time." Yun Xianxian took off her sunglasses, pursing her lips in fake displeasure.
