The breeze blew, lifting her fine hair and sending his words clearly to her ears.
As Shen Li stood there, all the noise behind her disappeared.
However, every one of his words still carried the deep and dignified meaning that she was most familiar with, and could not be mistaken.
Three years.
The last debt.
It was quite a pity.
It was quite, quite, quite a pity.
...
She fixed her gaze on the tall and straight figure in front of her and held her breath slightly.
Seeming to have sensed something, Lu Huaiyu turned his body to look over at her.
"Ah Li?"
He called her name with a casual and indulgent smile on his handsome and beautiful face.
Countless images suddenly appeared in Shen Li's mind.
She had thought countless times about what kind of person Saint was, but she had never thought of meeting him.
