Under the blooming fireworks, a slender figure stood quietly. In that fleeting brightness, the man's resolute and handsome face was vividly reflected in Yun Ya's eyes.
Yun Ya widened her eyes in disbelief, and in the next moment, she rushed forward.
"Brother Yan, is it really you? Am I dreaming?"
She plunged into this embrace, lifting her head to look at the face in front of her.
The lights flickered, from the eyebrows to the chin, it was him, really him.
Apart from her Brother Yan, no one else in this world has such a handsome face.
The man's dark eyes shimmered with tender waves, deeply gazing at her, like a black hole, capturing all her attention.
Immersed in excitement, Yun Ya couldn't think, she cried tears of joy, tiptoeing to hug his neck, "Brother Yan, have you really come back?"
A broad hand gently rested on her back, "It's me, I've returned."
His deep magnetic voice flowed like a luxurious and gentle cello sound in the dim night, slowly echoing in her ear.
