It’s her. Zhang Yan.
Seeing the familiar yet unfamiliar figure stumbling out of the entrance, Tang Song’s grip on the cat tightened slightly.
Even though he had seen her in the Hanfu photo shoots she sent, at this mont, this living, breathing, warm version of her, appearing so vividly before his eyes.
An indescribable sense of familiarity and closeness instantly engulfed him.
As if she had never left, always the quiet friend by his side.
In his mory, she always had the most standard student haircut, short hair brushing her shoulders, doing everything with an almost clumsy seriousness.
Her gaze always timid, cheeks turning rosy when she spoke, the typical quiet and introverted girl from school days.
But now, she seed more mature, with all traces of baby fat gone from her face, revealing a clear and clean jawline.
Her hair was a gentle collarbone length, her body more robust than before, no longer as fragile as if a breeze could topple her.
In fact, this junior high deskmate of his was always quite pretty.
Her features were gentle and delicate, with a soft and gentle deanor akin to the water towns of Jiangnan.
Their eyes collided in the moist air.
In the late autumn night of the Southern Country, he held her cat and reunited with her in such a direct, sudden, and unprepared manner.
Tang Song wasn’t as composed as he appeared; he was actually a bit flustered inside.
He didn’t even know what to say first.
Just as Zhang Yan wrote in her letter: [I don’t know what title to use to appear both formal and sincere; nor what opening line to use that wouldn’t seem abrupt or presumptuous.]
He realized that his feelings at this mont were exactly the sa as hers when she wrote the letter.
"Tap, tap, tap——"
Amid this breath-holding silence, a series of hurried footsteps ca from the hallway.
"Yanyan! Slow down!"
"Did you find it?!"
Lulu and Li Chao rushed out one after the other, their faces still showing anxiety and tension.
Soon, they saw the man standing opposite them, under the light, completely out of place with the surrounding old environnt, with the orange cat in his arms.
Lulu was startled the mont she recognized Tang Song.
Wait... this person... looks familiar...
She suddenly rembered, just last Saturday at the Shen City train station platform, the "super handso guy" who brushed past them!
Although it was only a fleeting glance and she couldn’t see his face clearly, that unique and outstanding deanor and upright figure were unmistakable!
Such an extraordinary person is hard not to leave a deep impression.
Especially today, dressed in a well-cut, high-quality casual suit that highlighted his innate composure and nobility to the fullest.
Just like a male protagonist directly stepping out of those well-produced urban idol dramas.
"Phew——thank goodness, Orange!" Li Chao was the first to breathe a sigh of relief and walked over sowhat awkwardly, "Thank you, man, this cat is my friend’s, sorry to trouble you."
He was sowhat nervous because this man before him had too strong a presence.
The clothes he wore looked expensive, combined with his indescribable aura, made him, a regular office worker, unconsciously feel diminished.
Even facing his company boss, he had never been this tense.
Tang Song’s lips moved slightly but said nothing, only nodding lightly before turning his gaze back to the stunned Zhang Yan.
Lulu gradually sensed sothing was off, squeezed beside Zhang Yan, and said with a flushed face, "Zhang Yan, Orange is right here, hasn’t gone anywhere, don’t worry."
She looked at Zhang Yan, who was staring blankly at the man, assuming she was smitten.
Which was quite normal, she had seen many outstanding handso n, but to this degree, what woman wouldn’t be dazzled?
She never thought her usually quiet, introverted, even timid colleague would show such a side.
A loud "buzz——" rang in her mind.
Zhang Yan blinked forcefully, then her lips parted, a disbelieving, faint gasp escaping her throat.
This was soone she couldn’t possibly mistake.
From junior high to the Imperial City, years of silent yearning, the familiar contours of his eyebrows and eyes had been etched into her soul.
Yet now, compared to him over two years ago in the Imperial City, he was far more exceptional, like a "boy" from school life slowly growing out of a dream.
"Thump, thump, thump——"
Her heartbeat was so intense she could hardly breathe.
She couldn’t comprehend what was happening now.
Maybe she drank and fell asleep on the sofa?
But... what kind of dream could be this realistic?
Dragon Ball?
Could it be that my wish really ca true?
Has "Shenron" heard my inner voice, granting a miracle?
She was utterly unable to distinguish whether this was reality or a fantasy born from overwhelming desolation.
All the longing, timidity, sha, and desire intertwined into a giant net, firmly holding her in place, unable to move.
Watching the still stunned Zhang Yan, both Lulu and Li Chao felt a bit embarrassed.
Lulu cleared her throat softly and tried to smooth things over, "Sorry, handso, my friend was just too worried about her cat and hasn’t co around yet."
Even she felt that this excuse was quite far-fetched.
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