Song Yunxuan slowly looked back. She could hardly believe her own ears.

Was the voice she heard really from him?

She looked back and turned around. The first time to meet Yang Jiu, which happened eighteen years ago, made her have a momentary trance.

And after eighteen years, Song Yunxuan still found him stunning when meeting him again.

Yang Jiu was standing just a few meters away in a red suit with a white rose on the chest. The rose ...