She wore a black shirt with matching suit pants, the collar of her white shirt left open, revealing a light complexion that contrasted strikingly with her rosy lips. Her slicked-back hair seemed ravaged by rebellious disarray, hinting at an exhausted languor burning vividly on her.
This person...
Was it not Lin Xu?
Su Tingyan knew she would encounter him upon her return, yet she had never imagined meeting him here.
But then again, it made sense; this was near the Lin Yu Building.
Her eyes fixed on him for a moment, and by the time she regained her composure, she saw that his gaze was already sharply piercing towards her.
Those deeply colored eyes stared at Su Tingyan, as if beholding an unbelievable story.
Then, he moved closer abruptly, walking over and almost instantly reaching Su Tingyan's side, gripping her wrist firmly.
"Yanyan."
That single word "Yanyan"... almost took Su Tingyan back to that summer.
The summer he was by her side.
