Ye Yiyao was startled by the sudden voice, then mechanically turned her head.
Seeing that familiar figure from her memory, her whole body trembled, and tears silently rolled down her cheeks like the endless beads of spring rain, unstoppable.
"Tian-ge, is it you? Am I dreaming?" She stared blankly at Ye Tian, as if a million years had passed, not daring to verify whether this scene was real or just a dream.
She had longed for Ye Tian's return countless times, but seven years had passed, and there was still no news of him.
Whether he was alive or dead, doing well or poorly, hurt or not, they knew nothing. They could only hope in their hearts, believing that Ye Tian was still alive and would eventually come back.
No matter what others said, or how Zhao Deqiu sighed, regardless of the countless rumors, or the attacks on Longteng Group from various sides.
Ye Yiyao relied on her own ability and the help of Ye Tian's old friends to endure until today.
