The man was tall and handsome. Just by standing there, he attracted all the attention. Against the light, he walked into the hall with an expressionless face. Dressing formally, he looked distant and cold. However, the moment Su Qianci saw him, she felt something was blooming in her heart. Feeling sweet and bitter at the same time, she immediately ran toward him.
Seeing her, Li Sicheng's eyes melted a little bit as he spread his arms for her. A passionate hug chased his coldness away. Su Qianci threw her arms around him and said cheerfully, "You're back!"
"Yes, I am." His voice was deep and mellow, like the music played by the best cello.
Su Qianci looked up at his face. Li Sicheng looked very tired. There were even shadows under his eyes. After spending just a few days in America, his face looked even more chiseled. He must have lost a lot of weight. Su Qianci felt for him, touching his face with her fingers. "You must be tired."
