He had actually felt a change in her since that time at the Vietnam Church.
And the more they met, the clearer this feeling became.
"Brother Yanan..." He Nuoxin walked slowly up to Li Yanan, her eyes full of anticipation.
Li Yanan remained silent, merely fixing his gaze on the stubborn figure before him.
Lu Dawei stood timidly to one side, not saying a word.
Li Yingying had a cold smile on her lips, but her head was starting to feel dizzy.
She didn't know if it was an illusion, but she felt as if everything in front of her had a double image.
"Brother Yanan, I'm back." He Nuoxin was unwilling to give up and instinctively reached out to grab his wrist.
But before she could get close, Li Yanan abruptly pulled his hand back.
Lowering his head, for the first time since entering, he truly let his gaze fall on He Nuoxin's face.
His gaze was complex and deep, but devoid of any romantic feelings.
"Hmm." After a long pause, Li Yanan only gave He Nuoxin this one word.
