Xie Ying'an almost instinctively opened his arms to catch Qingran who flung herself at him.
The girl looped her arms around his neck, tilted her fair little face up within his embrace, and blinked her sparkling autumnal eyes, asking him why he came back so suddenly at this time?
Her voice was soft and gentle, barely concealing her joy.
It was also at this moment that Xie Ying'an suddenly forgot that he hadn't even had time to pack his luggage, nor had he managed to say hello to his mentor before he rushed to the nearest train station, bought a ticket for a barely catchable train, and stood for over two hours, forgetting the purpose of his return.
Before his arms subconsciously wrapped around her, Xie Ying'an's rationality, which had been overshadowed by immense joy, slowly returned.
Having been together for over two years, whether in public or private, his girlfriend had never taken the initiative to be so close to him, unless he...
