Wei Anning's pencil paused. "Xiao Yu, our company really hired a chief designer named Leng Youchen, right? I'm not dreaming, am I?"
Xiao Yu nodded. "That's right, Sister Ning. You've already asked me this more than ten times today. What's going on with you?"
"It's nothing." Wei Anning lowered her eyelids. Honestly, anyone who saw a lover they thought was gone forever suddenly reappear would probably act just as strange as she was—continuously checking and confirming. She was simply afraid, afraid to wake up from the dream before it was real.
She knew her behavior was anything but calm, mature, or composed. Some might even call it unbecoming. But no one could know that she regretted it long ago. If she'd known that leaving back then would mean a separation as permanent as life and death, she would never have left, no matter what.
Xiao Yu sprawled across her desk, gazing at Wei Anning's long, curling lashes fluttering like tiny fans. "Sister Ning, do you know the guy?"
