"An Ning..."
"Brother Lin, I'm here."
She stood there, interrupting the waiter's speech, with a light smile as she called out, her voice gentle and cheery, just like every time they had met before.
Lin Yebai paused for a moment, then turned his head and saw the girl standing not far away. She was wearing a pinkish-lotus-colored cotton-linen dress, slender and tall, her skin fair and clear, her features delicate. Even her smile at that moment seemed like a warm spring breeze, bright and comforting, showing no sign of anger at all.
So, she wasn't blaming him?
Seeing such a smile, Lin Yebai suddenly felt a huge relief in his heart and hurried over. He stood in front of her, "Aning, are you okay? I looked for you all day yesterday."
The moment he spoke, his concern and urgency were undisguised.
