Looking at the sea star she held between her fingers, Leng Zimo did not reach out to take it. Instead, he raised his hand and pointed to the left pocket of his shirt.
"Put it here!"
He remembered the first time he took her to the seaside, she picked up a sea star and gave it to him. Does she still remember?
In the sea breeze, his three words, so familiar, struck her heart like a bolt of lightning.
Her head ached sharply, and her body swayed uncontrollably.
The same voice echoed in her mind. In a daze, she saw a palm, a long-fingered hand, also pointing to his left pocket.
"Put it here!"
The person said.
"Xiao Qian!"
Leng Zimo instinctively exclaimed, extending his arm to embrace her swaying body.
Luo Xiaoqian steadied herself, lifted her face, and looked at Leng Zimo before her.
"You…"
In his eyes, those grey, dreamy eyes were filled with concern, as if she were his everything.
Could he be the man she wrote about?
No?!
