To love someone, to love them with all your life, yet not knowing the final outcome.
Ran Zhihan watched as Zhang Yichen's figure disappeared from her sight, and she suddenly felt a bit reluctant to let go. She didn't understand why her heart kept pounding every time she saw this man. Could it be that she was truly feeling the stirrings of springtime affection?
Ran Zhihan wished that she could frequently meet the man she had just encountered. She thought he spoke with elegance and was clearly someone from high society. She found him incredibly handsome and couldn't understand why she felt such a deep sense of familiarity and a special closeness. Was it possible that, even though she had amnesia, she already knew this man before?
"If we are truly fated, then we will certainly meet again. I look forward to the day we reunite. I wonder, when that day comes, will you still remember who I am?" Ran Zhihan murmured to herself at the airport.
