Xia Shi finally couldn't wait any longer; she was going to find him.
Even if she had to search every corner of M Country, it was better than bitterly waiting here.
However, just as she packed her things and was ready to go abroad, Zhai En returned.
The man held a bouquet of fiery red roses, standing downstairs, the sunset's afterglow cast upon him, as if draped in a layer of golden light.
His smile was bright, his gaze deep with affection.
Seeing this scene from the window, Xia Shi rushed downstairs.
When she ran in front of Zhai En, her eyes turned red.
The man had lost quite a bit of weight; his chin was sharper, his eye sockets deeper, with a hint of pallor on his face.
The longest scar on his face made Xia Shi tear up.
It stretched from the corner of his right eye down to his chin.
The knife wound had already scarred, and a small piece had fallen off, looking incredibly fierce.
Clearly worn out, yet he smiled so radiantly.
