"Mr. Lu, try the specialty latte from our small shop."
Yang Xiaoxiao glanced at Chen Jinchun, who was playing with a dog at the entrance, her face full of nervousness: "Mr. Lu, do you remember me?"
Ever since she heard that Lu Liang was driving to Lhasa, she had eagerly awaited their reunion every single day.
Sometimes she had to go out, but she didn't dare leave for too long, fearing she might miss the last opportunity to see him in this lifetime.
Lu Liang whispered: "How could I forget, Miss Qingyin."
On top of feeling delighted, Yang Xiaoxiao playfully glared: "Mr. Lu, just call me Xiaoxiao."
She had always tried to forget the past, unwilling to mention it, even afraid of others finding out, except for Lu Liang who was an exception, because if that past was forgotten, Lu Liang wouldn't remember her.
"Miss Yang, how have you been these past two years?"
