Ruan Fu's eyes instantly widened, staring at the man in front of her in disbelief. She thought, "How could there be such a coincidence in this world?"
He was actually Jiuyou.
While Ruan Fu was momentarily stunned, Jiuyou stood up, ready to leave. Almost subconsciously, Ruan Fu reached out and grabbed his wrist. "Wait."
Jiuyou paused. His gaze shifted downward, staring at the slender, beautiful fingers gripping his wrist. Then, he looked up, his golden eyes staring straight at her.
"I... I'm lost. Could I trouble you to take me back?" Seeing that he didn't say a word, Ruan Fu added, "Please, I'm begging you."
The female's voice was sweet and sticky, carrying a hoarseness from her near-drowning that gave it a unique charm. Wet, broken strands of hair hung down, clinging to her face, and the faint pink at the corners of her eyes made her look exceptionally pitiful.
He lowered his eyes. "Let go," his deep voice sounded.
