The girl bumped into something, she turned back and saw a couple, the man's arm propped against the elevator wall to prevent her from retreating. More accurately, it was about a girl standing in a corner of the elevator, pinned between the elevator wall and the man's chest. The distance was too ambiguous, causing her to mistakenly say, "Excuse me, I almost stepped on your girlfriend. It's really crowded."
"Never mind." Xia Ye Zhao threw out two words.
But the term "girlfriend" rattled both Xia Ye Zhao and Chang Danran simultaneously.
Xia Ye Zhao lowered his head, staring at his former girlfriend, unable to calm the throbbing in his heart.
She was simply wearing an unremarkable white short-sleeved shirt, her soft hair casually draped behind her, her bare face was more beautiful than any he remembered; it was truly mesmerizing.
Chang Danran felt a hot gaze on her face, much to her discomfort.
