She swiftly looked away.
He also stared at her intensely. Yes, she appeared much more haggard, no longer the delicate porcelain doll she once was, with a hint of the hardships of travel etched on her face.
Yet, she remained stunningly beautiful, even surpassing her beauty from when they first met.
His joy was so overwhelming that his words were incoherent: "Xixi... I've really missed you to death..."
"Missed you to death"!
She thought, you might have mixed up the order of those words.
If you truly missed me, would you ignore my calls for help?
Back then, you were already disgusted. Now, saying such hypocritical things, doesn't it make you sick?
She withdrew her hand, extremely indifferent. As if she didn't recognize him.
The more silent she was, the more nervous he became.
Because from last night till now, she seemed like a ghost to him—ghosts never make a sound.
"Xixi... Xixi... it's me... it's me... the scratchy-footed big man..."
"..."
