Across thousands of mountains and rivers, they finally meet.
"Yan..."
Li Xianzhen's voice was abruptly cut off by a hand.
He was slightly annoyed, yet he heard Li Zhen say in a deep voice, "Let's go, don't disturb them."
In the bustling crowd, amidst the joyous singing of the event, the pair of man and woman were soon forgotten in the chaotic flow of time...
Only Li Zhen glanced back from afar, the shock in his heart was beyond words.
Beside him, Li Mingyu asked softly, "Who is that person?"
"Huang Xiaojue!"
"Is it really that Huang Xiaojue? That prominent figure from C University back in the day? The leading young talent in the domestic economic circle these past two years? But, isn't he Zhou Ting's Prince Consort???"
Li Zhen did not answer.
Only a voice echoed in his heart: It's over, completely over.
Even if it's not because of Wan Donglin, there's not a shred of chance.
