Lin Yixun secretly sneered. Even after all these years, Leng Yixiu still hadn't changed his habit of making her wait for him. The ridiculous part was that she had clearly left the past behind, yet here she was, waiting for him again on her own accord.
She sat quietly on the sofa, staring at the clock on the opposite wall. The ticking of the wall clock echoed in the room, and with each tick, her heart seemed to beat in unison with the sound.
Just as she grew impatient and was about to get up, steady footsteps suddenly echoed from outside the door. Lin Yixun followed the sound with her gaze to the entrance, where her eyes unexpectedly met a pair of deep, dark eyes.
The man looked travel-worn, with a hint of fatigue on his handsome face, likely from a long journey. However, no matter how tired this man was, he could always speak words that cut like knives.
"What, is this the expression you greet me with? Is this your attitude towards me?"
