Where on earth is she?
Leng Sichen's gaze moved from the first person to the tenth.
Xiaoxun, is it really you? If it is, I'll recognize you! Even if it's just from behind, I will definitely find you!
"All right! Time's up! Everyone please lead out your chosen dance partners."
Xia Yuxun was somewhat sullen. Why hadn't a single man stood before her? Was her luck that bad?
But this was just as well; she could slip away as soon as the event was over.
Just as she was about to step out on her own, a hand suddenly reached out and firmly grasped her wrist, pulling her with such force that she stumbled into a sturdy embrace.
Xia Yuxun let out a muffled groan of pain, her head buried in the person's chest, and then her entire body stiffened.
This scent that uniquely belonged to that person...
It was too familiar to her... She would never forget it, even if she died...
But how could it be possible?
It must be because she was too nervous, hence the illusion.
