Xia Yuhang was frozen at sight of Ning Xueyan. He stood still at the gate of the garden, looking both excited and shocked. He clenched his slender fingers into a fist and pressed it on his chest, trying to keep a lid on his pounding heart.

He didn't know how many times he had seen the familiar gentle, watery and jet-black eyes in his dream. When he saw them again, he was so surprised and overjoyed that he couldn't keep his calm anymore. He strode toward Ning Xueyan, and in his ...