Tang Xiaorou rushed to the rooftop.
She walked to the white-haired young man who was immersed in the music, unable to extricate himself.
She couldn't hide the flutter in her heart.
Suddenly, she called out.
"Ye Xuan!"
Her voice was very soft.
But very powerful.
These two words had been stuck in her throat for really too long.
She missed this name all the time.
Ye Xuan had his back to Tang Xiaorou, and upon hearing the words "Ye Xuan," his heart couldn't help but tremble, his body turned numb.
But he forcibly suppressed his inner panic, deliberately appearing calm, he slowly turned around and smiled at Tang Xiaorou.
"Hello, beautiful lady, are you calling me?"
Ye Xuan asked with a gentle smile, quite gentlemanly.
"Ye Xuan, it's me, Xiaorou! Xiaorou..."
Tang Xiaorou hastily spoke, anxious with emotion.
"Sorry. I don't know you. And besides, I'm not called Ye Xuan."
Ye Xuan smiled lightly and explained.
