When Shen Xiaoxiao arrived in her car, Long Xi was leaning on the side of the road. In the recent rainy season, there had been sporadic drizzles all the time. She drove past from behind. Long Xi's back was facing her, and that figure seemed to be getting thinner and thinner. There was also a reason why she had not combined Long Xi and Yan Kuan together in the first place.
That man's shoulders and back had always been her most powerful backer, but one day, it had suddenly disappeared or changed. She had not adapted to it for a long time.
The drizzle fell on his shoulders, and his buzz cut had long been stained with moisture. Shen Xiaoxiao parked the car at least a hundred meters away from him. With her eyesight, she could see his back completely. She could even see many small expressions.
She sighed slightly. In fact, she could have just told Long Xi his identity without doing so, but she really did not want to do that.
