Perhaps the evening wind was pleasant or his voice was too gentle.
Xia Ling was slightly moved by what he said and a soft feeling spread in her heart. She turned to look at this man. He looked as handsome as usual and his smile was familiar and reliable. It was so strange. He was someone who disappeared without a trace four years ago. Why was she still attracted to him?
Was this love?
No…
It was an ill-fated romance.
Just like a moth flying towards the flame even though it knew about the danger and that it would turn into ash. However, it could not reject that illusory attraction. It was its life's destiny. She did not know how long she could last. Perhaps, she would melt once again due to his tender feelings and face the storms of the world with him.
However, that was in the future.
At this time, she was still afraid. She was afraid that this sudden fate that left and reappeared would have some heart-stirring changes in the future.
