Yue Feng thought that Jing Yiren either came by her family's driver or took a taxi.
He would never have guessed that she drove here by herself.
From a distance, he saw the little lady getting out of the car from across the passenger lane and jogging over.
Yue Feng was so shocked that he thought he was seeing things. He instinctively removed his sunglasses and frowned to get a clearer look.
Her floral chiffon dress fluttered gracefully, her face as beautiful as it was a year ago, having shed its childishness and gained a more enchanting feminine charm.
She ran towards him with a brilliant smile.
Yue Feng watched her, enchanted. The yearning of a year, the overwhelming sourness in his heart—all seemed worthwhile upon seeing her smile.
Instinctively and uncontrollably, Yue Feng spread his arms, waiting for the little lady to run into his embrace.
However, just as Jing Yiren was about a meter away from Yue Feng, she suddenly stopped and stood in front of him.
