He left

A large figure stood in front of Xu Anran, covering her body in a shadow.

Without saying a word, Guan Jingyi bent down and carried the pitiful little girl who was crying on the ground.

"Xu Anran." he called, her voice low and pleasant.

Xu Anran smelt the unique male smell, that wide and stable embrace, the low and rich magnetic voice beside her ears, everything was so familiar, Xu Anran moved her hands away, raising her misty large eyes to look at the person who came, and was momentarily at a loss.

She opened her eyes wide. She didn't know if this was her dream or not. She also didn't know. In short, she didn't dare blink. After a blink of an eye, the Guan Jingyi in front of her was gone without a trace.

Xu Anran raised her hand, and her slender hand moved to the side of Guan Jingyi's face, trying to touch the warm sensation on his cheek.

"Is that you?" As Xu Anran asked this, a tear dropped from the corner of her eye.