"Jiang Lai!?"
Zhang Fan never would have dreamed that he'd run into Jiang Lai again in Yujing City, at Night is not bright.
In Zhenwu Mountain, those three encounters had left an indelible impression on Zhang Fan.
She was like the mist in the mountains, mysterious and unpredictable, stirring curiosity and longing in others.
Zhang Fan stood up, just about to go over.
Just then, a young man walked in from outside the door, dressed casually, quite good-looking, especially between his brows and eyes—a hint of easygoing charm.
"Let me introduce—this is..." Wen He pointed at the handsome young man.
"My surname is Jiang, like 'the bright moon shines on the mighty river...'"
"Jiang Hu!"
The charming young man approached with a beaming, sunlit smile, greeting Zhang Fan with striking familiarity.
"You're the new colleague, right!"
"I'm Zhang Fan."
Zhang Fan nodded, responding mechanically, but all his attention was focused on Jiang Lai.
"Finally, a living person has arrived!"
