Zhuizui picked up the bouquet and stuffed it into her arms. "Mom, you head inside. Dad is still in the front hall talking with the envoy from Pingling City. I'll go get him!"
With that, he dashed off again, as reckless as he was in his childhood.
Sang Luo smiled and shook her head, looking at the Seven-star Flower Bouquet in her hands. 'I wonder which little female gave this to that little rascal of mine...'
"Luoluo." A tall, handsome figure appeared before her.
"You're here." Sang Luo smiled, looking up at him.
"Yes. I sensed it the moment you arrived," Lan Cang chuckled.
The joy in Sang Luo's eyes faltered, replaced by a bittersweet pang. She dazedly caressed his face. "...Cangcang, you've gotten so much older."
The man's features were still sharp and handsome, his posture as straight as a pine. He hadn't changed much from her memories.
