Song Sixuan stood just a few steps away from him, her heartbeat pounding, turning the surrounding figures into mere blurred shadows.
Following the gentle gaze in his eyes, her own eyes shifted toward the mobile phone in his hand.
She couldn't help but wonder, could it be he already had a beloved sweetheart?
Moments later, Yu Chiyin came back to his senses, concealing all the deep affection in his eyes, and when he looked up, an indifferent face took its place.
He tucked his phone into his trench coat pocket, his movements light and arguably even cautious.
Song Sixuan felt somewhat puzzled, not understanding why he would make such a move that didn't match his usual demeanor.
In her confusion, the man's narrow eyes turned and looked straight at her.
Song Sixuan's breath caught, her fingers gripping the handle of her suitcase tightened nervously.
The next second, she mustered a smile and confidently raised her eyes to meet his.
