Xu Chaomu, whose figure had disappeared beyond the sidewalk, did not hear the call; she looked down at Xiaobao in her arms, softly soothing him all the while.
Nie Chenglang silently walked up behind her. Observing her slender back, his brows gradually furrowed.
She seemed thinner than before. From the side, her big eyes held a hint of confusion and sorrow, with a look of infinite loss in them.
Nie Chenglang's heart ached as he came up behind her, and she remained unaware of his presence.
Yet, the moment he neared her, he detected her familiar fragrance, delicate like jasmine.
"Chaomu," he called out again.
This voice was all too familiar, causing Xu Chaomu's heart to flutter, her hands trembled unconsciously.
Nie Chenglang…
"It's been a long time," Nie Chenglang said as he walked up beside her.
Xu Chaomu turned her head; it was indeed Nie Chenglang.
"What a coincidence," Xu Chaomu remarked, her gaze flickering with surprise.
