Syaoran's bodyguard helped a woman enter the villa, who was anxiously darting her gaze back and forth among the crowd of guests.
Zhuo Zihan stared at her as if time had stopped. It felt like he was transported back into time when Nuwa had been a part of life. The late night meetings, the laughter, the jokes, the banter, the small fights…everything came rushing back to him as if it was just yesterday.
He walked toward her slowly, his step unlocking a past memory for him. The same sense of disbelief and melancholy passed across Nuwa's face too as her tears brimmed. The past years of separation had felt like a tornado but in the face of this moment, every last tear and anguish had seemed to dissipate.
Zhuo Meihui staggered back, shock and disbelief consuming her as if somebody had dropped her to the cold hell.
No…
How is this…
The same panic was etched onto the other faces too.
Syaoran smiled at them. "Do you remember this face?"
