Passing by the ancient tree at the entrance to the village, a little boy suddenly dashed out, blocking the car.
The driver slammed on the brakes and stuck his head out the window to curse loudly.
Yun Ya's eyes narrowed slightly at the sight of the little boy. He patted Yun Miao's hand, pushed open the car door, and stepped out.
"Zihuan."
When Ning Zihuan saw Yun Ya, a rare smile finally appeared on his icy face. He ran up to Yun Ya and shoved a box into her hands.
"What is this?" Yun Ya asked curiously.
"A gift for you. Open it when you get back," Ning Zihuan said coldly.
Yun Ya's smile was gentle, "Okay, then I'll be on my way. Remember to take good care of yourself, and if fate allows, we'll meet again."
Watching Yun Ya turn and leave, Ning Zihuan's lips moved, but ultimately, he bowed his head in silence.
As he watched the car disappear at the entrance to the village, gradually becoming a dot, a spark of light ignited in the depths of his eyes.
Wait for me...
