Though only three hours apart, standing here again now, his state of mind was entirely different.
The deserted street, with closed shops and neatly lined streetlights, cast its glow on the chilly road.
He wore a gray-blue woolen coat, without a hat or mask, leaning against the car door, eyes lowered. His distinct and sharp features were faintly visible, delicate, handsome, and calm.
Perhaps having heard the footsteps early on, Xiang Qichen lifted his gaze with a sense of awareness: "You're here."
Zhou Huaiyi felt like she was dreaming, she incredulously walked forward, stood in front of him, swallowed, and slowly spoke: "Why... are you... here..."
He stood up straight, and the height difference instantly widened: "I saw you didn't reply on WeChat, so I was worried."
Her heart was racing, pounding so hard that her ears rang.
If it wasn't Xiang Qichen, sought after by everyone, standing here, she would almost suspect...
He liked her.
"I'm fine."
After a long while, she said.
