Looking at Luo Xiaoqian, who he had longed for, Leng Zimo's heart was filled with ecstatic joy of regaining what was lost.
Since leaving the wedding, it had only been a few days, yet to him, it felt longer than a lifetime.
The overwhelming joy in his heart made him overlook the surprise on Luo Xiaoqian's face, which outweighed the happiness; Leng Zimo extended his arms and pulled the completely stunned Luo Xiaoqian into his embrace, holding her tightly, as if he were holding all his future and hope.
"Xiao Qian, I finally found you."
That familiar softness and scent, that familiar curve...
Outside the door, suddenly stood a masked person; anyone would instinctively be surprised, and Luo Xiaoqian was no exception.
Seeing Leng Zimo appear and meeting his gaze, feeling the ecstatic joy in his eyes, she too was stunned for a few seconds.
By the time she reacted, she was already in Leng Zimo's embrace.
