Just as Annie Anne was about to speak, Oliver Hudson stepped forward, stretching out his arms, pulling her directly into his embrace.
It was still that warm embrace, and the familiar scent of sandalwood drifted into Annie Anne's nose.
As long as she was lost in this embrace, Annie Anne felt as though everything in the past could be forgotten.
She wanted to be with the person in front of her.
From beginning to end, she had always thought this way.
Therefore, Annie Anne slowly raised her palm.
But just as her fingertips were about to touch Oliver Hudson's back, his next words left Annie Anne stunned in place.
"Annie, I'm sorry, I'm here to say goodbye."
As he spoke, Oliver Hudson had already released Annie Anne.
Annie Anne's expression was a bit dazed; she looked up and met Oliver Hudson's gaze.
Clearly, it was the most familiar pair of eyes, yet the emotions that filled them now left Annie Anne a bit perplexed.
"What?"
