"Over here," Chen Qingtian's words were not yet finished when a quiet voice came through.
But that voice was neither Zhang Te's nor Xia Chen'an's.
The voice was very familiar, so familiar that both Xia Wan'an and Chen Qingtian were stunned in place, thinking they were experiencing auditory hallucinations.
After more than a minute passed, the voice came through again: "Here."
This time, Xia Wan'an heard it more clearly. Her body trembled, and the next second she turned to look towards the source of the sound.
A figure stepped out from behind a large rock not far away.
The person was dressed in a black suit, with the white shirt buttoned up tightly. On the slightly raised Adam's apple was a jawline with perfect contours, and moving upward, the beautiful lips and high nose that she was so familiar with and longed for.
Xia Wan'an slightly opened her mouth.
Han Jingnian... How could he be here? Isn't he already dead?
