When stepping out of the coffee shop, the avenue was bustling with pedestrians, but Xia Ying recognized Lin Miao at a glance. An unknown woman with a delicate face strode towards him with arms on her arms.
There was definitely no exchange of pleasantries as expected, the three of them just passed each other like strangers. Xia Ying stopped and looked at the direction the two were leaving, as if expecting some surprise to happen. Perhaps aware of the other person's gaze, Lin Miao glanced back. It was just an understatement, and he immediately turned his head away.
His appearance is still the same as before, his eyes are still calm, and even the smile at the corner of his mouth looks so familiar, but the person around him is no longer himself...