Han Yingying was stunned for a moment, then closed her eyes, conveying all the intense longing and love in her heart to Shen Mosheng.
The two of them held each other tightly...
In the vastness of the world, at that instant, they were all that was left of each other.
What scenery could compare to having your beloved by your side?
After a long while, they parted reluctantly, still holding each other tightly.
If possible, please let this moment be frozen in time.
If it weren't for the ringing of the cell phone, no one would know how long they would have stayed in that embrace.
Han Yingying looked at the caller ID, feeling as though someone had doused her with cold water from head to toe, chilling her body and soul.
This is reality, she had almost forgotten, almost deceived by the brief happiness.
"Yingying…" Seeing Han Yingying's expression, Shen Mosheng knew it must be Ye Haofan's call and couldn't help but call her name softly.
