Zhixi looked up, and saw a tall silhouette.
She was suddenly stunned.
With the sunlight behind him, the man's face was blurry. She blinked hard, but still couldn't see his face clearly.
Yet this silhouette gave her a deadly sense of familiarity.
She stood up involuntarily, her heart pounding wildly. She opened her mouth, wishing to ask, but feared this might just be a dream, a hallucination from missing him too much.
At that moment, the man stepped inside and gently closed the door.
The soft light disappeared.
What became clear was the man's face.
Zhixi's gaze fell on his dark brows and eyes, then to his straight nose, his thin lips, finally to his firmly curved chin.
Everything was as she remembered; there wasn't any mistake.
Tears welled up from her eyes, her lips moved, and that name finally came out.
"Jingyao..."
He Jingyao's eyes were deep and terrifyingly dark.
He couldn't hold back any longer, took two steps forward, reached out and embraced her.
