For a long time, Ah Lan didn't see Xiao Lijin react. She looked at him, only to see his gaze fixed on Bai Qingzhu.
Ever since Bai Qingzhu arrived, his eyes had been glued to her, as if they wouldn't move away.
"Ah Lang?"
Ah Lan couldn't help but call out.
Xiao Lijin still didn't respond.
Ah Lan turned away angrily and left.
A few young men saw this and followed her, but Xiao Lijin stayed in the same spot, as if rooted, just staring at Bai Qingzhu.
The village chief saw this and sighed helplessly.
Bai Qingzhu, without knowing why, turned around and their eyes met. She was taken aback for a moment, then gave him a smile.
She then turned back and continued chatting with the villagers.
Xiao Lijin was dazed; that smile was so familiar, like something he saw every day, yet it pierced his heart like a needle, disturbing his breath for a long time.
Fragments flashed through his mind, unknown to him, but there was always a voice echoing in his head: Lijin, Lijin!
"Lijin, Lijin!"
