「The next morning.」
Dawn had barely broken, and the sun had not yet risen. Ye Xiner groaned softly, her beautiful eyes slowly opening as her consciousness returned.
When she didn't see Hong Yuan anywhere, she instantly awoke, her face draining of color. Frightened, she hurried her steps, rushing outside frantically.
"Gu Fan, Gu Fan..."
Her anxious voice filled the house, clearly reflecting Ye Xiner's urgency.
At this moment, Ye Xiner's face was filled with worry, her willow-like brows deeply furrowed. She looked as though she was about to cry—a pitifully adorable little kitty.
Bedroom, no one. Attic, no one. Courtyard, no one either! Just like that, Ye Xiner's heart plunged into complete disarray.
A great pressure, like a heavy mountain, seemed to materialize and bear down on her, forcing her to bend over as she crouched.
She and Ye Gufan had relied on each other from a young age, childhood sweethearts.
Their feelings for each other were so pure, so intense.
