He also paced slightly at the moment, clearly a bit restless.
"An Ji." An Youyou called out to him.
An Ji noticeably flinched.
An Youyou actually had rarely seen An Ji so nervous.
Maybe it's because he grew up with her steady brother; in any case, he always remained unfazed in the face of any situation.
Today, however, he seemed noticeably out of control because of Gao Chaoyang.
Gao Chaoyang looked at the back of the man ahead, knowing that An Youyou had brought her here to meet him.
But without seeing his face, she truly had no idea who he was.
She remained silent.
Slowly.
She saw the man turn around.
In splendid attire, tall and upright. His features were elegant, his presence captivating.
Gao Chaoyang's eyes instantly reddened.
She couldn't believe she could see Du Zhimiao again.
Just like she remembered, yet somehow entirely different.
The present Du Zhimiao had transformed from a youth into a tall and handsome man, no longer the fragile scholarly figure.
