Jiang Xiaoxiao stepped up to the third floor staircase, and suddenly her vision went dark.
The lights on the staircase went out.
Her heart skipped a beat, what was going on?
Suddenly a beam of light flashed in the darkness, and a figure appeared.
Jiang Xiaoxiao's eyes brightened.
Song Moting's handsome face appeared there, his gaze deep, with a smile at the corner of his mouth, consistently warm and generous. His tall figure evoked an overwhelming longing.
"Xiao Xiao, you finally came. I've been waiting for you for so long."
Intently gazing at Jiang Xiaoxiao, his eyes were so focused it made her heart burn.
Jiang Xiaoxiao walked over passionately, wanting to fall into Song Moting's embrace.
She had missed him for a long time.
She hadn't seen him for over a year, and had not truly felt alive during that time.
She had numbed herself with tasks just to avoid thinking about Song Moting, for thinking about him was her greatest heartache.
