In the noises, many people had recognized who he was. Everyone in the city knew this person. However, for four years, everyone thought he was dead. Now, he suddenly appeared here in this way?
"God, a ghost!"
Su Qianci stared at him as she walked closer to him step by step. Li Sicheng was getting more and more real, closer and closer, and more and more familiar. Holding a large bouquet of flowers, his pair of cold and sharp eyes were as dark as the night sky, so dazzling that she felt like a dream.
