He looked down at his watch, his eyes tinged with urgency.
Why hasn't she arrived yet.
Suddenly, a series of soft footsteps arose.
He lifted his gaze and saw A'er carrying a person, hurrying towards him.
The slender figure was unmistakably that of a woman.
Mo Xiao's heart thudded, the veins on the back of his hand visibly standing out.
"I've brought the person, now you go inside first," A'er said as he set Jian Wei down. Jian Wei had not yet steadied herself when she fell into a warm embrace.
In an instant, a long-missed familiarity spread throughout her body.
"Weiwei!"
The man's deep, husky voice was slightly hoarse.
Jian Wei stiffened, her throat constricted, as her eyes gradually reddened.
It's him!
She lowered her eyes to look at the large hand placed on her waist, biting her lip hard.
A'er glanced at the two of them, then turned and left the yacht, sending a message to Jian Qing.
