"Haven't seen you for a few days, don't recognize me?"
Shang Hexing stood opposite Wen Zhi, dressed in a light gray satin shirt, exuding an inherent nobility. When he looked at her, his deep eyes carried a hint of a faint smile.
Wen Zhi stared at him blankly, her expression clearly confused, and the broom in her hand fell to the ground.
She stood frozen, not picking it up.
It was Shang Hexing who bent down to pick it up for her, and asked her, "Why are you sweeping here?"
Finally coming to her senses, Wen Zhi suddenly called out his full name, "Shang Hexing?"
Shang Hexing asked her, "Just recognized me?"
Wen Zhi chuckled awkwardly, "I just felt it was too unexpected. I never thought I'd meet Mr. Shang at Jingci Temple."
Lin City was more than twelve hundred kilometers from Bai City, so she indeed could not imagine encountering Shang Hexing at the distant Jingci Temple.
To her, this felt like a dream, especially unreal.
