That person...
That person is...
Although the light inside the carriage was not very good, and although it was only half of a side profile, the brows and contours of the eyes that emerged from the shadows coincided with the image etched in her heart.
It had been two or three months since they last parted, but the image of that person was so clear it felt as if she had seen it just yesterday.
That was—
Rong Zhi.
This name surfaced in her mind, like the first thunder of spring breaking the silence of winter, thundering with irresistible force over the vast and barren wilderness.
Then, accompanied by the charming spring breeze, it reverberated repeatedly within her chest.
Chu Yu couldn't help but grasp Huan Yuan's wrist tightly, the strength of her grip at that moment exceeding the limit of her body, almost crushing Huan Yuan's wrist bones.