The road leading to the villa's lobby was filled with lights and beautiful scenery. The stone-paved ground wouldn't leave those running on it with muddy feet, quite different from the roads of the Great Tang.
Lin Wanwan was running awkwardly with her phone shielding her forehead all the way, as the wet and cold weather pierced to the bone.
However, when she was less than twenty meters from the hotel lobby, a figure appeared in her sight, stopping her dead in her tracks despite the cold wind.
He was standing in the shadows, his tall figure was so familiar, as was the way he lowered his gaze.
And opposite him stood a woman clad in pure white like a jasmine flower.
She faced the dazzling lights inside, her head held high, her skin pale as snow, and her delicate, small chin like a timid little fox.
Her ruby-red little lips opened and closed continuously, her eyes shining with a light that not even the rain could obscure.
