As she straightened up and turned around...
Leng Sichen was staring blankly when Gong Xianying suddenly hugged him around the waist, pressed against his chest, and whispered, "There's a reporter."
Leng Sichen frowned slightly, his arms stiffly and reluctantly placed at her sides.
Gong Xianying gave him a glare, "What's with that expression? Do you feel aggrieved?"
Leng Sichen: "Mmm."
Gong Xianying, hopping mad, said, "Leng Sichen, are you trying to anger me to death for your amusement!"
As Leng Sichen looked past Gong Xianying to see the woman again, he realized she had disappeared. His heart jolted, leaving him disheartened. Then he shook his head in self-mockery—how could it be her...
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Xia Yuxun had never imagined encountering these two in her flower field, looking happily and romantically in love.
That person, no matter how far away or even if he turned to ashes, she could recognize him.
