"Excuse me, have we met somewhere before?" Nancy placed his right hand over his heart. Why is it that every time he sees her, when he feels her presence, his heart jumps uncontrollably, as if it wants to break free from his body, to embrace her tightly, and ask her, "How have you been?"
But when she looks at him, those clear eyes are so unexpected, holding in them so many things that cannot be easily forgotten or let go.
It's as if she wants to see through him, to understand something clearly.
Xia Qingqian smiled faintly and shook her head lightly, "Mr. Nan, we haven't met." You're not my Brother Zhenyu, so how could we have met... She quietly muttered in her heart.
"Oh, really?" Nancy touched his nose, his voice also faint, and the expectation in his eyes suddenly dimmed upon hearing her answer.
