This was the first time Gong Beiyao attended a grand banquet and allowed others to photograph and even film him for media coverage.
Therefore, everyone cherished this opportunity, because there might not be another one.
Such a uniquely handsome man, though silently pushing a wheelchair, was still so stunning that he seemed to overshadow all the other scenery in the venue.
Sheng Qianxia stood far away in the crowd, her legs feeling as if they were filled with lead. People pushed past her, some squeezing in front to take pictures.
Yet she never moved, nor spoke, only watching them...
Yes, them...
Qingxue was being pushed by Gong Beiyao past that poolside, the same poolside where Gong Beiyao had once carried Sheng Qianxia in front of everyone.
Back then, he had shouted loudly, asking everyone to turn away, and no one dared to look at them as she clung to his neck, like living a crazy dream...
At this moment, the images in Sheng Qianxia's memory overlapped with reality.
