Suddenly looking back, that person was there, where the lights shone dimly.
Ran Xiangsi had never understood the scene described by this sentence before.
Now, she thought, she could somewhat understand it.
In a glance back, the man in pure white, leaning against the dazzling silver Maybach, who else could it be if not Xing Chen?
Even as the center of everyone's attention, Xing Chen's gaze fell only on one person.
Seeing Ran Xiangsi also looking in his direction, Xing Chen finally started to move forward with his long legs, slowly.
The weather in March, with birds chirping and flowers blooming, everything was full of life.
This man, stepping leisurely in the sunlight, brought warmth, hope, and a heart-throbbing aura...
It seemed that at this moment, the world became his backdrop.
It was as if the gloom of the past few days existed just to gather the brightest sunlight, waiting for his entrance at this moment.
