A single sentence suppressed the atmosphere in the room.
Leng Tong broke the silence, "Let's search separately again."
Ning Xie nodded his head.
The two of them walked back and forth in this house, which has been inspected no fewer than ten times.
Often brushing past each other, at times crossing paths head-on.
Ning Xie suddenly found the ambiance at this moment, exceptionally beautiful.
His thoughts involuntarily began to wander, his gaze fell on her.
She stretched onto her tiptoes to look up at the cupboard.
She crouched down to check under the sofa.
She supported her chin, deep in thought.
She paced back and forth, her face full of worries.
Ning Xie watched as her every move tugged at his heart, leaving him more and more nostalgic.
He never knew that he could be such a love-struck person.
Upon learning that Leng Tong had feelings for Han Youli, he told himself it was time to let go.
But at this very moment, he discovered how difficult it was to let go.
