He Jinxia's eyes were slightly open as she turned her head to look behind her and saw Sheng Yan clad in a crisp and efficient shirt and trousers, with his hair carefully groomed and slicked back, revealing his exquisite and deep-set features.
One of his sleeves was rolled up to the middle of his arm, and in that hand, he held a plate.
"Bang-dong, bang-dong…" He Jinxia felt as though she could hear the sound of her own heartbeat, anxious and incredulous, hardly daring to believe.
It had only been a month since their last meeting, yet it felt like an eternity.
When Sheng Yan saw her dazed expression, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, casting a faint smile before he took steps toward her and then…
…passed by her shoulder.
The voice of Aunt Rui awakened her senses in her ear.
