In that unfamiliar attire, Nie Yuling was almost unrecognizable to Yang Fan.
Her cold yet enchanting face, consistently exuding a captivating aura, was as striking as ever. At this moment, she never expected that here in Singapore, in this foreign land, she would have the chance to see Yang Fan.
Her eyes, brimming with lively spirit, were mixed with complex emotions; at that moment, she felt like crying, or perhaps, thanking the heavens for how mysterious fate could be.
Yang Fan, standing opposite her, was even more surprised than she was.
Since parting with Struwa, several months had passed. During these months, they had no contact whatsoever. If it weren't for today's coincidental meeting, Yang Fan would have forever cherished the memories of that time in Struwa.
He reminisced about a few months ago, when they were trapped on a deserted island, fighting off strong enemies, and then later, Yang Fan returned home while Nie Yuling stayed in Struwa.
