...the longing he had suppressed for so long burst to the surface. Xu Jingli's heart thundered in his chest as he stood rooted to the spot. He couldn't tear his gaze away from her, not even if he wanted to.
The world around him blurred—the shouting fans, the relentless flash of cameras, the murmurs of curious onlookers. All of it faded into insignificance. There was only one thing he could see: Chen Mumu.
She hadn't changed, and yet, she had. Her features were sharper, her presence more poised, but those eyes—those same eyes that had haunted him in his dreams—were unmistakably hers. The ache in his chest grew sharper as he took her in, the memories of their last encounter resurfacing with a vengeance.
The reporters, sensing the palpable tension in the air, swung their cameras back and forth between Xu Jingli and Chen Mumu. Their murmurs filled the silence.
"Is he… is he staring at her?"
"Who is she?"
"They look like they know each other."
