Han Bolin did not expect that a casual gesture of hers would bring such an unexpected joy.
Just a year apart, the girl seemed like a completely different person.
The face was still the same, as breathtakingly beautiful as ever.
Yet her whole demeanor became colder and more enchanting.
Along the way, her movements brimmed with provocative charm and a dazzling aura.
Gone was her former youthful naïveté.
"Xiaowan…"
Han Bolin hastened forward, lifting the bouquet in his hand, "Today is Uncle Ye and Auntie Ye's memorial day, I've always remembered. If I had known you were coming, I would have picked you up to come here together."
"Xiaowan, when did you arrive in Sicheng?"
No sooner had Han Bolin finished speaking did his expression darken.
The night the auction ended, Ye Wan blocked him.
By the time she left Sicheng, they had completely lost contact.
If not for the pervasive internet and her fame, Han Bolin doubted she would simply vanish from his world.
