What would a man who has been longing for a reunion for nearly eight years want to do first after seeing the girl he's been yearning for day and night? Of course, it's to take her to a secluded corner and pour out his love-sickness.
Zhan Lingtao felt exactly this way.
So without thinking twice, he pulled Jia Xuan into the car and hastily left the hotel, driving to a small river outside the city.
Here, in the silent night with no one around, it was the best place to talk.
And Jia Xuan felt the same way. She had so much to say to him that, as the car gradually left the city, she said nothing and just gazed at him foolishly, letting him take her anywhere.
He never removed his mask, and she wasn't in a hurry to take it off.
The early autumn night's wind was cool but not cold, blowing across the cheeks with an indescribable comfort, and the sound of the flowing river was melodious.
