Life is short, and Ye Xuan had always thought that in this lifetime, he'd probably never have any more intersections with Qin Lan.
After all, the circles he and Qin Lan moved in nowadays were drifting farther and farther apart.
Who would've thought Heaven would actually arrange something like this!
Qin Lan had actually reappeared before his eyes, with such an utterly inconceivable identity!
If this isn't "enemies bound to meet on a narrow road," what is?
The world is so damn small—some enemies are clearly fated to hover in front of your eyes, stubbornly refusing to disperse.
Ye Xuan stood to the side, quietly taking in Qin Lan for a long time, until he finally calmed down bit by bit and fully accepted this utterly bizarre reality.
"Phew—"
After letting out a heavy breath, Ye Xuan stopped thinking about all that random crap, sat down by Qin Lan's side, and started taking her pulse.
Her hand was exceedingly moist and smooth, like that of an eighteen‑year‑old girl in her prime.
