At that moment, Guan Li's many days of uneasiness and grievances seemed to have found a place to fall. The ground under his feet no longer felt weak.
Tears welled up in her eyes, and she almost forgot herself. She unconsciously quickened her pace, wanting to throw herself into the person in front of her.
"Guan Li, Guan Li, wait!"
The shout from behind jolted Guan Li, who had lost his composure.
She stopped in her tracks and clenched her fists.
Guan Li, what are you doing?
She asked herself this question before raising her head to look at si Rong again.
The young man's figure was slender and tall, his eyebrows were clear and perfect, and his eyes were clear and gentle, but there was no passion in love at all.
