Three seconds later, Lu Fengxuan suddenly turned around and strode towards the windows, her footsteps urgent.
The man standing by the window noticed someone approaching. His sword-like brows furrowed, and the tightly pressed corners of his lips revealed a trace of impatience.
The next second, he tossed his cigarette butt to the ground and crushed it underfoot. With a slight turn of his body, he was ready to leave.
He didn't even glance at who had come.
"Yu Chiyin!" Just calling this name made Lu Fengxuan's chest ache.
Her small hand had already gripped the man's wrist tightly as she tilted her head to look at the side of his handsome face, her eyes slightly red.
"Are you planning to leave as soon as you see me, just brushing past me like this? Is that it?"
Yu Chiyin hadn't realized it was her. For a moment when he heard her voice, he wondered if he was imagining things.
Then, her firm grip on his wrist brought him back to reality.
