This kind of scene doesn't evoke any eternal sentiment or heart palpitations.
Lu Xiaoyou left, and it has been two years. During these two years, she never intentionally searched for news about Long Xiliang. At most, she would hear from others what kind of meetings the man from Beijing attended or what new achievements his companies gained.
In these two years, she did not hear his voice, nor did she see him in person.
And for Long Xiliang, it was the same.
Although he instructed his subordinates to meticulously collect all information about Lu Xiaoyou, he never looked at any of it.
Nevertheless, he couldn't avoid seeing Lu Xiaoyou's figure in airport advertisements, public screens of business centers, and posters in luxury brand shops.
He tried hard to tell himself not to miss her and to ignore her existence.
Yet, whenever he was alone, he would walk up to the large posters and caress that alluring, captivating face through the glass.
