"Bang—"
The collaboration proposal in Ye Mingmei's hand suddenly dropped to the ground. Her eyes, wide with shock, quickly filled with tears. She looked at the man who was walking step by step towards her, her mouth slightly open, wanting to say something but unable to utter a word.
Three years...
Time and again she had seen that familiar face in her dreams, only to awaken in the cold emptiness, filled with unbearable pain.
She had once daydreamed that one day, he would come to her whole and tell her he was back.
But when this long-desired scene unfolded before her eyes, Ye Mingmei didn't dare move, not even daring to speak.
She was afraid that she was dreaming, and as soon as she spoke, the dream would end...
Tears uncontrollably fell from her eyes. Ye Mingmei bit her lip hard to stop herself from crying out loud.
"Miss Ye, Miss Ye?"
"Ah?"
