Looking at the sea star she held between her fingers, Leng Zimo did not reach out to take it. Instead, he raised his hand and pointed to the left pocket of his shirt.
"Put it here!"
He remembered the first time he took her to the seaside, she picked up a sea star and gave it to him. Does she still remember?
In the sea breeze, his three words, so familiar, struck her heart like a bolt of lightning.
Her head ached sharply, and her body swayed uncontrollably.
The same voice echoed in her mind. In a daze, she saw a palm, a long-fingered hand, also pointing to his left pocket.
"Put it here!"
The person said.
"Xiao Qian!"
Leng Zimo instinctively exclaimed, extending his arm to embrace her swaying body.
Luo Xiaoqian steadied herself, lifted her face, and looked at Leng Zimo before her.
"You..."
In his eyes, those grey, dreamy eyes were filled with concern, as if she were his everything.
Could he be the man she wrote about?
No?!
The paper clearly said the man she liked had black hair and black eyes. And if it really were him, he wouldn’t possibly fail to recognize her.
It must be a coincidence!
He must care for her because she resembles his former lover.
Luo Xiaoqian stood upright, returning him a somewhat pale smile.
"Let’s go back."
Leng Zimo nodded, carefully helping her sit on the rocks by the beach, then turned to bring her shoes over. Just as Luo Xiaoqian tried to put her foot into a shoe, he had already bent down to grasp her ankle, gently brushing off the fine sand stuck to her foot.
Watching his actions, Luo Xiaoqian froze on the spot.
He... was helping her put on shoes?
That look, that posture was almost identical to the man from that night.
She looked closely at his face, and even though it was covered in a long, shaggy beard, it couldn’t hide his jade-like skin—skin so clean that even women would envy it. Especially at the edge of his ear, he seemed quite young. Why would he have grey hair?
Curiously, Luo Xiaoqian glanced towards the edge of his ear and noticed something.
While holding her, his fake beard near his ear was slightly misaligned.
He... was wearing a fake beard?!
Wearing a wig isn’t unusual. It might be due to hair issues or aesthetic reasons, but wearing a fake beard is too strange!
As Luo Xiaoqian wanted to examine him further, Leng Zimo had already helped her put on her shoes, straightened up, and smiled at her.
Looking down at the shoes on her feet, Luo Xiaoqian lifted her face to examine him closely.
The man’s height and build were very similar to the man from that night. Luo Xiaoqian took a step forward, standing before him.
Her eyes reached just to his shoulder.
Yes, it was this height and... the scent.
At such close proximity, she could clearly sense the aroma emanating from him, a scent like chocolate—the exact same scent as the man from that night.
The same height, the same scent, the same way he’d personally put on her shoes... could he be the man from that night?!
From a distance, the sound of rotors drew near.
Luo Xiaoqian and Leng Zimo simultaneously turned their faces, only to see a helicopter approaching the island in midair, not far away.
Luo Ke, was back!
That guy (bastard), how did he come back so quickly?
The two of them simultaneously cursed in their hearts.