Xia Ling and Shaohui stayed in the mountain villa for several days.
Xia Moyan arrived a few days later. When the man in the white shirt appeared amidst the falling leaves, it seemed that the world faded away, making his presence all the more distinct and clear.
"Brother!" Xia Ling saw him first and ran over to him, holding up her skirt so that she wouldn't trip over.
A smile appeared on Xia Moyan's usually emotionless face. "Xiao Ling."
She happily looked up at him. It was four years since she had last seen him, and she missed him dearly. She wondered how he had been all these years. Hmm… he still looked like his old self, and there was no indication that he had grown any older. The white shirt that he always wore complemented his skin tone, and he was like a blooming snow lotus.
He was truly a very attractive man.