Ling Chuxia walked dejectedly toward the door, her heart filled with loss and disappointment. She felt a pang of sadness when suddenly, she bumped her head into something, paused, and looked up.
The man's facial features, bit by bit, imprinted into her eyes, gradually becoming clearer. Ling Chuxia's face, still marked by loss, in the next second faded completely. Her large eyes suddenly widened, a bright spark flashed in her eyes, "You... you came?"
Shi Che stood still on the spot, slightly panting from having run a distance, yet he tried his best to restrain himself, his face calm, merely nodding slightly, "Yes."
Ling Chuxia couldn't describe her own emotions, only feeling a warm tide quickly rushing up from the bottom of her heart, reaching up to her eyes, involuntarily, a trace of moisture appeared.
Just now, she truly thought he wouldn't come, she really believed that no matter what she did, he would continue to dislike her, loathe her.
