Meeting Old People

"Xin Yi, long time no see."

Seeing Xin Yi, Yang An was extremely excited, and was barely able to control his emotions.

On the other hand, Xin Yi, who was standing opposite of him, was much calmer. After she and Feng Qingying had parted ways, she suddenly met Yang An on the main street.

"It has been a long time."

The last time they had met was ten years ago. The Yang An before their eyes was much more mature and steady than ten years ago. If one did not look carefully, she would not even be able to recognize Yang An in a single glance.

Xin Yi was also not like how he remembered her. The young girl from that year had already become a slightly haggard woman, and even her skin had lost its luster.

Even so, in Yang An's heart, Xin Yi was still Xin Yi.

"Why didn't you come to the capital to find me?"