Miss Zhou, Are You Alright?

"Ah Sheng," Xuxu opened her mouth and called the man standing below.

Then she descended the stairs.

'Ah Sheng, wait for me.'

'Ah Sheng, do you think I look nice in this?'

'Ah Sheng, Ah Sheng, Ah Sheng…'

How long had it been since he heard her addressing him in that way? From her child-like voice evolving into a sweet, pure voice. All the way till now…

This woman—Wen Xuxu—had been beside him for more than two decades. Longer than anyone else in his life.

"I'm ready." Xuxu stood before Yan Rusheng.

He snapped out of his trance and gazed at her. He looked into her clear-looking and sparkling eyes, and he couldn't help but give her a gentle kiss on her forehead.

Then he put his hand around her waist and led her towards the main doors.

Xuxu's hands, which were hanging by her side, were clenched into fists. She tightened and loosened her grip hesitantly as her mind wildly raced.