Sporting a black Burberry windbreaker, he looked tall and stylish; the garment accentuating his slender frame. It made his long legs even longer. It was as though he was an unfinished work of art.
His hands were stuffed into the pockets of the windbreaker, as he stood there looking at her in silence. It felt as if he had been waiting for her all his life.
Song Yu's eyes began to prickle, and she felt a hotness coming from within. She ran toward Qi Chengzhi. Without hesitation, she threw herself into his embrace. She did not even slow down or stop when she was standing in front of him.
"Didn't I tell you to go back home?" She buried her face in his chest, greedily inhaling his scent.
"Didn't I say I'd wait here for you?" He removed his hands from his pockets and held her tightly. Then, he planted a kiss on her forehead and breathed into her hair.
