Just when Yan Xiaye felt her heart was dead and was at a loss.
A low, magnetic voice sounded from behind her: "Xiaye, look into his eyes and firmly reject him."
As he spoke, a strikingly handsome man walked into the room, his cold gaze swept over Ji Liangchen, and he pulled the stunned little woman into his arms, whispering in her ear with a mix of coaxing and comforting tones: "I'm sorry I'm late."
"Li Yuntang..."
As if a scene from a dream illuminated reality, Yan Xiaye widened her eyes, gazing incredulously at the man's handsome and pale face.
If it weren't for the strength with which the man held her, as if he wanted to merge her into his very bones, she would truly wonder if she was dreaming.
Her slender fingertips trembled, she wanted to say something, but when she spoke, her voice was choked, as if afraid of spoiling this long-awaited reunion, "Is it really you?"
