She had refused the man who had stirred her heart for so long, trying desperately to carve him out of her being, preferring to endure a heartache so intense it bled, only to find what in the end? Merely his betrayals, time and again!
Shen Hanqian's blurred vision carried her forward until she 'banged' into a chest, solid and sturdy, causing more tears to fall from her eyes.
At the same time, a familiar scent of tobacco mixed with the aroma of fruitwood penetrated her nostrils; her heart's desire appeared through the mist before her eyes. She couldn't believe what she saw and blinked hard, again and again...
"Qianqian, what happened? Why are you crying?" Xiao Qingcang, looking at her moist eyes, her distraught appearance, worriedly grasped her shoulders.
"President Xiao, how come you're here?" Her familiar voice, the familiar figure, made Shen Hanqian's tears even harder to control.