Mo Fei walked toward her and looked into the face that had haunted him for six years and appeared in his dreams every night for two thousand days. At the moment, his feelings inside were nowhere as calm as he appeared on the outside. He wanted to run toward her wildly and passionately embrace her, but he didn't dare, because he couldn't.
Anran had calmed down and turned away from him. At that moment, she only hoped that Su Yicheng could appear sooner, but it seemed that the odds were not in her favor; Su Yicheng was running late.
"Anran." Mo Fei stood before her and called out her name, which had been on his mind for the past six years. Standing in front of her again, he even regretted his original decision. Perhaps she should have stayed.
"What a coincidence." Anran tried to behave as unperturbed as possible, yet her tightly clenched hands exposed the anxiety she was feeling inside at the moment.
