Su Mingxuan followed behind Lan Shun, his feet moving mechanically, but his heart was pounding so hard it felt like it might burst through his ribs.
Every time he turned a corner or saw a flash of a female's robes in the distance, his breath hitched. He felt like if he blinked, she would suddenly appear in front of him.
He was beyond nervous.
The word "anxious" couldn't even describe the storm inside him. It had been twenty long years.
Twenty years of silence, twenty years of guilt, and twenty years of wondering if the woman he loved was even still breathing.
Now, he was walking toward her. He felt like he might actually pass out before they reached their destination.
Lan Shun walked ahead, his back straight and his pace steady.
He glanced back occasionally at the trembling man behind him. He didn't offer any words of support or comfort.
In his heart, he still felt a deep sense of disdain for Su Mingxuan.
