Zhan Lingtao got off the plane and rushed directly to the ball, like a whirlwind, fearful of missing the agreed time.
Fortunately, nothing was late.
Over these seven years, he kept his promises, just like he promised her initially. He resolutely didn't like other girls, wouldn't even take an extra glance, and thought of her at least twice a day, once when waking and once before sleep.
Even when executing important missions, he never slackened.
Every day, he pondered what his girl might look like, how old she had become, and how tall she should be.
Whenever he had free time, he would use his pen to imagine and depict her image.
Just like Jia Xuan, his longing was as vast as an ocean, both tormenting and worrying.
She worried that if he didn't see her for a long time, he would start liking other girls. He worried that if he wasn't beside her for a long time, her youthful heart might fancy some other boy.
