Xiaotian walked down the street with a determined mind, waiting for the work hours to pass before heading home to avoid being noticed by the young master.
As she wandered aimlessly, she suddenly heard someone calling her from behind.
"Xiaotian, Xiaotian, is that you?" The approaching voice sounded very anxious.
Who could it be? Xiaotian turned around, puzzled, and her eyes widened in shock the moment she saw who it was. Why was it him? Was he still alive?
"Xiaotian, it really is you. I thought I would never see you again in my lifetime."
The newcomer was a man about twenty years old who, upon seeing Xiaotian, grabbed her hand and asked anxiously.
"It's been seven years, you've grown up into a beautiful young woman."
Xiaotian immediately pulled her hand away and stepped back.
"Xiaotian, are you doing well now?" The man's face was filled with excitement as he looked at her.
Xiaotian looked up, gazing at the man, and said joyfully, "Brother, you're not dead?"
