After Jiang Mubai left, Zheng Chuyi remained standing alone at the bottom of the Mo Building.
She looked up at the building that seemed to pierce into the clouds, feeling somewhat nervous and a faint unease, but anticipation dominated her emotions.
She wondered what his expression would be when he saw her shortly.
Would it be one of excitement?
Would it be joy?
A man like him, even if he felt excitement and joy, would probably keep it hidden deep within, as he was always proud and had a cold temperament. He never showed his feelings on his face.
But, to him, she was always different.
After all, there was only one Zheng Chuyi in this world.
She was born with a phoenix destiny, and she alone could stand beside him as an equal.
Thinking this, a bright light flashed in Zheng Chuyi's eyes, and her heartbeat became erratic with the thought she would see him very soon.
Years had passed since they last met.