"Ah... Zhao?" said Jiang Li.
Jih Heng's gaze flickered slightly, and before she had a chance to speak, she saw Jiang Li quickly walking toward that person. She walked so fast, almost breaking into a run, and reached the person ahead of Zhao Ke. Zhao Ke hadn't expected Jiang Li to suddenly come up, and he watched her in surprise without saying a word.
The youth sitting on the chair turned his head and was also startled to see Jiang Li. Under the moonlight, his shadow shifted from blurry to clear, his facial features still familiar but with less of the childishness and more of a resolute air. There were faint scars on his face, yet his eyes remained as clear as before, except now filled with confusion as he looked at Jiang Li; he even attempted to smile at her.
Jiang Li's mind buzzed, and she uncontrollably reached out her hands to touch the young man's face, as if trying to discern whether this was a dream or reality, mumbling, "Ah Zhao..."
