Wei Anning stared at him in a daze. The man was incredibly striking, dressed in an elegantly noble black suit that made him seem utterly untouchable. He pressed his thin lips together and walked inside, step by step, silently stealing the air from Wei Anning's lungs.
How could this be?
Her eyes gradually turned red, her heart pounded furiously, and she looked in disbelief at that tall, upright figure. Was she dreaming? If it wasn't a dream, how could she see him?
The man's indifferent gaze swept over everyone present. When it passed Wei Anning, he didn't pause even for a moment. After surveying the room, he sat down in the first seat on the left row.
Wei Anning's eyes shimmered with tears as she stared at him without blinking.
Was it really him?
Could it truly be him?
