About ten meters in front of the building, there's a black car parked, and at this moment, a man in a dark suit is standing in front of the car, leaning lightly by the front door, with one hand in his pant pocket, his gaze fixed on her.
Qiao Mo's mind went blank, almost thinking she was seeing things.
She reached out to rub her eyes and looked again, only to find his figure still there...
"Fu... Fu Nancheng..." Qiao Mo murmured softly, her eyes becoming moist, but the corners of her lips gently curved into a faint smile.
Seeing her figure, he also displayed a gentle, faint smile, stood straight and opened his arms towards her.
Qiao Mo burst into laughter and immediately ran towards him, diving into his arms.
His body was slightly cool, yet still carried that familiar, faint freshness that made her feel at ease.
