"Don't recognize me anymore?"
Tang Li clenched the hanger in her hand, feeling both surprised and conflicted. Surprised by his sudden appearance, tangled over how he knew she was here. Subsequently, unable to restrain the surge of emotions, she rushed into his embrace.
Just like that time at the long-distance bus station.
Due to that inertia, as Song Baiyan's left hand, the one wearing a watch, enveloped her, he spun her half a turn on the spot.
Tang Li tightly wrapped around his broad arms, and after turning half a circle, her feet touched the carpet again. But she was unwilling to leave his embrace, burying her face in Song Baiyan's chest, smelling the faint scent of alcohol on his suit and shirt. In a foreign land in the dead of night, it gave her a profound sense of security.
"How did you know I was here?" the girl's voice came muffled.
Song Baiyan's large hand was feeling her slender clavicle through her homewear, tracing her butterfly bone.
