Lily Smith critiqued coldly in her heart—such a show-off!
"Miss, shall we head back?"
Seeing that Lily Smith lingered without leaving, the servant behind her couldn't help but ask.
With her eyebrows slightly knitted, Lily gave no response.
She looked at Sky Moore, swirling with anger and loathing in her heart, yet she couldn't bring herself to walk away.
Eight years.
She gazed at the person, feeling a bit dazed.
What did eight years mean?
Enough for a child to grow into an adult.
That person had left her world for so long.
At this thought, a sense of bewilderment rose within her.
Not far away, Sky Moore broke through the crowd and steadily walked towards her.
Seeing Lily today was truly an unexpected delight.
His original plan had been to appear at Lily's birthday party, a month later, but plans never changed as swiftly as this unexpected encounter in San Francisco.
