Sikong Heng looked sideways. His clear black eyes landed on the street opposite. At this moment, Bai Xue and a tall and handsome boy were looking at each other.
Was that Xiao Ling?
Sikong Heng did not need to guess. He knew that it was Xiao Ling.
Xiao Ling was wearing a white turtleneck sweater with a maple-leaf coat on the outside. He was warm and handsome like those little brothers who came out of the school gates.
During the year that Bai Xue was with him, Si Kongheng often forgot her age. In fact, Bai Xue was only 25 years old this year.
Now, she was standing on the opposite side of the street, looking at the warm and handsome senior Xiao Ling. The scene was very beautiful.
Si Kongheng’s fair and slender fingers pulled on the steering wheel. The boy in her story finally appeared.
His handsome brows furrowed slightly. Sikong Heng took out his phone and dialed Snow White’s number.
