"Shangxue?"
Xie Mingyu sprang up from his chair, looking down at Shangxue, who was sitting in another chair.
He seemed unable to believe what he was seeing, blinking his eyes with a handsome face showing a look of astonishment. He took two steps back. After a while, ensuring what he saw was real and not an illusion, he showed a hesitant smile.
"Shangxue, is it really you?"
"We just parted for half a day, and young master no longer recognizes me?" Shangxue looked up at him.
In the sunlight, the girl's expression was exceptionally gentle.
Although she didn't have a particularly stunning face, with features that weren't very striking, she had this charm: all the ordinary details combined made one feel like they were basking in a spring breeze just by looking at her, even in the face of a storm.
A restless heart would gradually calm down.
One would want to sit with her and chat, or even just look at flowers, and feel peaceful.
