The man stood nearby, holding a black suitcase and a delicate paper bag, looking travel-weary.
It was like a sudden spring breeze blowing from the peach orchards, gently crashing into her eyes, making her heart tremble along with it.
"Gu Huai..."
Gu Huai had returned.
Qi Yue was stunned for a moment; then, realizing what happened, she immediately ran toward Gu Huai.
Running quickly, Qi Yue was slightly out of breath by the time she reached Gu Huai, but then she suddenly didn't know what to say.
She and Gu Huai hadn't seen each other for nearly a month. Gu Huai seemed a bit thinner, with some dark shadows under his eyes, yet his spirit seemed quite good, his eyes bright when he looked at her.
Qi Yue scratched her head, suddenly feeling embarrassed, unsure of what to say.
