Hearing the commotion behind him, Yang Hexuan also stopped walking and saw a man approach Xia Yan, his brows knitting together involuntarily.
Upon a closer look, he recognized the face—it was the man in the photo he had burned.
Deliberately raising his voice, he said to Xia Yan, "What are you standing around for? Hurry up and leave."
Xia Yan hurriedly withdrew her gaze without speaking to the man, turned around, and continued walking forward. The man followed and grabbed her hand, "I've been looking for you. Can we talk?"
Xia Yan freed her hand, her eyes reddening for some reason. She thought it was because of the wind and sand.
"Sorry, I'm working right now."
The man took the case from her hand and carried it himself, following her and saying excitedly, "You're doing photography, right? You haven't forgotten our promise, have you?"
