Dusk fell, and the copper doors opened slowly to each side as the headlights cut into the darkness, pulling Wei Anning back to reality. She squinted into the light and saw a silver Rolls-Royce gliding in.
Her heart swelled with joy, and she hurriedly got up from the swing, hopping on one foot towards the driveway without even taking her crutches.
The night was deep and ink-black as Leng Youchen got out of the car, helped by Rong Ling into a wheelchair. He lifted his head, his sharp gaze landed on the silhouette hopping out of the garden; his expression softened, and the tension of the whole day eased.
His thin lips curled into a slight smile as he wheeled himself over.
Wei Anning waved at him excitedly, her demeanor playful and naive, her voice crisp, "Leng Youchen, I've been waiting for you for so long, you're finally back."
Leng Youchen's empty heart suddenly filled with her words, his eyes and brows smiling, he teased, "Waiting for me for so long, did you miss me?"
