Because Little Chen was there, He Lang didn't go see them off. But on this day, Gu Yuwei came again, and as luck would have it, He Lang was home.
When the main gate opened, Gu Yuwei jumped in surprise at the sight of He Lang. She took a step back. Seeing him again after so many years, he still seemed to have that same old devil-may-care attitude, yet he had also changed. 'That's it,' she realized. 'He's more mature, but his gaze is much sharper.'
He Lang stared at Gu Yuwei. He hadn't said a word, but his gaze alone was enough to make her flustered.
But the thought of Xiao Yu—her hope for the rest of her life—gave her the courage to speak. "I'm looking for my daughter."
He Lang said flatly, "Your daughter isn't here."
Gu Yuwei said urgently, "You're lying! I know Xiao Yu is here."
He Lang stepped aside. "If you don't believe me, go in and look for yourself."
Gu Yuwei looked into the courtyard, but she just couldn't bring herself to step inside.
"You—you tell her to come out."
