But upon hearing that voice once more, she still unmistakably recognized who it was.
Sure enough, as she slowly turned her head, she saw Zhan Yunxiao dressed in casual wear, sitting on a chair with several men of similar age, drinking and chatting while watching the stage.
Xia Luo's heart trembled with fear, and she immediately turned her head away, even raising her hand to cover her face, terrified of being seen by him.
In fact, the situation was quite strange.
Both of them lived in Jiangcheng. Jiangcheng wasn't too small, yet not too big, but the two had never crossed paths.
In the beginning, Xia Luo had fantasized that perhaps one day while walking down the street, she might encounter him.
Perhaps he would drive past her while sitting in his car.
If that happened, what would she do?
He had said that they would never meet again; maybe he would just turn a blind eye!
After imagining this for so long without ever meeting, she gradually forgot about it.
