Xia Fei could not dare to believe his own eyes. That figure was so very familiar that he was entranced. Even though the strong floodlights were blurring his vision, Xia Fei could still clearly make her out from among the crowd.
Dressed in a long black robe with a hood covering half her face, under this nun getup was a slim girl—someone whom Xia Fei had had on his mind for a very long time and someone whom he could neither face nor mention the name.
Su Ruoyu.
It was her. It was definitely her.
Xia Fei's intuition told him that this girl was none other than Su Ruoyu, the one who had occupied his thoughts daily and the very girl who had been missing for over two years, never once reappearing.
Xia Fei was a calm person, and it was frightening how he could maintain his composure in even the toughest situation., but this moment brought him a bit of warmth in his eyes as he felt some liquid welling up in them.
