Shen Congmo gazed at her face and said in a hoarse voice, "Do you know what you're saying?"
"I know." As the words fell, she took the initiative to kiss his lips.
Shen Congmo's eyes tightened repeatedly, and one hand brushed away the hair by her face.
Since breaking up, they had not contacted each other privately, and their meetings were few and far between.
Yet neither had started a new relationship, which seemed to be a tacit agreement between them.
Both of their hearts were trembling quietly.
At this moment, no one thought about anything else—the past, the future, it all momentarily paused.
***
Long Yubei and Gu Lili drove back to the city from Xiliang Mountain.
As soon as they arrived at Qin Garden, they heard Tang Qingli's report, "Young Master, someone has been looking for you in the past few days, claiming to be an old acquaintance of yours, wanting to meet you, but didn't have your phone number."
"Did they leave a name?"