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Three years ago when he left, his rough and unkempt hair covered his ears. He was childish and looked like a boy who had just attained his youthful charm.

He faced the midday sun, dragged along his ordinary luggage and waved at her from the school gate.

He had said, “Xuxu, I won’t be coming back for the next three years. In the meantime, please treat yourself kindly and take good care of yourself.”

Back then three years had sounded like an eternity, and the uncertainty of whether she’d forget him pounded in her heart. Would she forget him by then?

She returned to her hostel room in tears and wanted to beg him to not leave.

However she was certain that she couldn’t hold Ah Heng back from his dreams, she couldn’t be so selfish.

In the blink of an eye, three years have passed by unexpectedly.

His sleek physique was now rid of his childish self, and the corner of his eye beamed captivatingly. Other than that, he was also a graceful and charming man.

Xuxu pressed her lips tightly together, her eyes shining in the light. Before she could say anything, she was choked with emotion.

Jiang Zhuoheng kept his eyes on her, scrutinizing her face, eyes, careful to not let a single detail go.

Suddenly, he reached out and held Wen Xuxu in his arms, tightening them around her, as if he wanted to fuse them as one.

A hug and a simple “I miss you”, was not enough to make up for all the longing she’d for the past three years.

He lowered his head and shut his eyes, his nose leaning against Xuxu’s hair. He took a deep breath and took in the light fragrance of her hair.

“Xuxu, I’m back.”

Although deep and gentle, those words carried a hint, as if there was a hidden meaning in them.

Wen Xuxu stood on her toes and looked up. She propped her chin on Jiang Zhuoheng’s shoulder, sobbed and nodded, “Yes, you’re back.”

Jiang Zhuoheng’s appearance reminded her of a series of unhappy events that flashed across Xuxu’s mind.

If Ah Heng hadn’t left back then, things wouldn’t have been so tough on her. But she was glad that she hadn’t kept him back, as she had no right to be that cruel and selfish towards him.

Perhaps it was the excitement of a long-awaited reunion or the reopening of memories from a locked chest—tears began to fill Xuxu’s eyes.

“I’m curious. Since you’re both so in love, why didn’t you two decide to leave together?”

A cold voice shot through the silence, breaking the touching atmosphere of this reunion.

There was clear sarcasm in the cold tone.

The suave man had his hands in the pockets of his tuxedo as he casually walked towards the couple. An evil smirk spread across his face.

Jiang Zhuoheng was stunned when he heard his voice. He released his grip from Wen Xuxu, and turned towards the guy walking towards them.

Both pairs of eyes met!

He raised his lips, and a smile was plastered on his face.

He blurted out, “Yan Rusheng, what a small world. I’m finally back after three years, and here you are going on a business trip. Are you deliberately avoiding me?”

His eyebrows twitched slightly, and he was smiling mysteriously.

“What are you trying to imply?” Yan Rusheng defended himself, as if Jiang Zhuoheng had seen through him. He blinked his eyes at Jiang Zhuoheng and asked suspiciously, “Why would I want to hide from you?”

His tone had unexpectedly heightened; he sounded nervous.

Jiang Zhuoheng grinned and gave Yan Rusheng a pat on his back. “Rusheng, I was just joking, why so anxious?”