She looked up and saw a handsome face. The man looked mysterious, and his dark eyes were full of surprise and curiosity.
However, Ye Shengge couldn't care less.
It wasn't her imagination just now.
The joy made her vision turn blurry. She mumbled, "Shiting…"
The man's pupils contracted.
In the next second, the woman pounced on him and fell into his embrace. The man couldn't help taking a step back.
"You…" He frowned and held her shoulders as if he wanted to push her away, but he hesitated.
Because the woman in his arms had already hugged him, she buried her face in his chest and wrapped her arms around him, trembling.
"It's you…" Ye Shengge choked. "Shiting, it's really you."
She was certain of that when she fell into his arms. There might be people who are similar to each other but she wouldn't forget the unique scent that belonged to Ji Shiting.
