Dusk, sunset.
Amidst the fading twilight, Ling Weixuan unconsciously returned to that place once more.
She didn't know when it began, but she started to yearn, longing for her past self, and also missing...
Her gaze gently shifted, and the silhouette she missed so dearly appeared as expected. Ling Weixuan suddenly stood up from the long bench, then quietly watched the figure by the river, her heart surging wildly!
He... was nostalgic just like her!
Feeling overwhelmed with emotion, she wanted to run to him as fast as she could, but would a woman do that? Isn't it too unreserved?
Though they had once been incredibly close, after so many years, that feeling made her heart beat even faster.
She carefully tidied her long curly hair, checked her outfit meticulously, and then took out a makeup mirror to practice her smile.
After finishing all of this, she confidently walked swiftly towards the tall figure.
"Mingfeng..."
