Lin Zhiyi stood in front of the brightly lit villa, her raised hand falling once again.
Could it be him?
As she let her hand fall once more, the front door opened and Chen Jin walked out slowly.
"Miss Lin, Third Young Master is waiting for you."
"Waiting for me? Does he know I was coming?" Lin Zhiyi was slightly surprised.
Chen Jin did not elaborate, only gesturing for her to please enter.
Lin Zhiyi hesitated but still went inside, the house from her memories drawing ever closer.
Contradictory emotions churned within her, plunging her into a whirlwind of indecision.
If it was really Gong Chen who had saved her, what should she say?
Lost in thought, she soon found herself standing in the hall.
Gazing at the familiar decor, Lin Zhiyi didn't have time to take a closer look; the sound of a man's footsteps descended from the staircase behind her.
She clenched her fists, as if resolving to face whatever came next, and turned around.