"Han Yu..." She was stunned.
The person in front of her had not been seen for a long time. For nearly a year, she had worked day and night to forget him. Just when her heart was about to turn cold, he appeared in front of her again.
Han Yu, who was sitting on the sofa not far away, ignored the noisy people in the private room and looked at the door almost for a moment. The moment he saw her pushing the door open, he quickly stood up and walked to the door.
When Bai Yifan came to her senses again, she was pulled to the end of the corridor by the tall figure in front of her.
Bai Yifan wanted to break away from his hand, but he hugged him into his warm embrace. Immediately, Bai Yifan's tears poured out uncontrollably, falling on Han Yu's chest drop by drop, and she whimpered and cursed, "Han Yu, you bastard!"
Han Yu tightened his hand, lowered his head and said in her ear, "I'm sorry, Yifan."
Intention: Sweet