The once boyish and handsome young man is now a heroic and majestic figure, a bit unfamiliar to Jia Xuan.
They haven't seen each other for eight years, and in her memories, he still looks the same as before. She didn't dare to touch him for a long time.
Finally, she couldn't resist and slowly raised her hand to remove his mask.
As her small hand touched his mask, his large hand caught hers.
His voice was hoarse and tense, "Jia Xuan..."
Jia Xuan became even more nervous, thinking he didn't want her to see his face, and said with some grievance, "Why not take off the mask, have you found someone else you like?"
"No."
Upon hearing this answer, Jia Xuan's tense heart finally relaxed, but she was still worried, "Does that mean you no longer like me, have you forgotten our childhood promises, did you come back to break up with me?"
