No, it's not an illusion!
Su Zixi's breathing became more and more rapid until she suddenly stood up from her seat!
Ning Yichen looked at her in surprise, "Zhixi, what's wrong with you?"
"It's nothing..." she murmured unconsciously, her gaze still fixed on the window; yet in the blink of an eye, that familiar figure had disappeared.
She was dazed for a while before something dawned on her. Dropping her knife and fork, she kicked her chair away and ran toward the restaurant entrance in her high heels!
"Zhixi!"
"Young Mistress!"
Two voices called out behind her simultaneously, but Su Zixi turned a deaf ear.
She quickly reached the entrance of the restaurant, and only when she saw that figure ascending the stairs did she abruptly stop.
By that time, He Jingyao had already reached under the eaves, casually handing his black umbrella to a bodyguard. Under the bright lights, the man's noble features were mesmerizing.
