The thin winter afternoon sun gently enveloped the exterior of the airport's VIP passage.
A light breeze blew, tousling a few strands of hair at her temples.
"Long time no see, Ouyang."
Hearing this voice, both familiar and tinged with a hint of unfamiliarity, Tang Song's sincere and passionate embrace.
Ouyang Xianyue was momentarily taken aback.
In her calm, water-like eyes, intense waves surged.
The Tang Song she remembered, mostly rational and restrained in interactions with her, could even be considered somewhat cold.
He was very direct, going straight to the point in any matter or conversation, precise and efficient.
Just like a perfectly precise instrument devoid of emotions.
Even though she had already heard from Wen Ruan and others about his significant emotional changes over the past year.
She had not expected him to be so... direct and passionate.
But only a moment later, she relaxed, the corners of her mouth curving into a smile only she could understand.
