He said, "Sorry, I'm late."
Su Lingzhi's mind went blank for a moment, then a dense wave of bitterness welled up from her heart, her throat gradually swelling and choking.
It was the voice she had been longing to hear for the past half-month, yet at this moment, she wished she had misheard.
Instinctively, she tightened her grip on the white cane, suppressing the discomfort in her throat, and asked calmly, "Do we know each other?"
She couldn't see his face, wasn't sure if it was him.
But the remaining ten percent of uncertainty still made her want to confirm.
There was no response from him for a while, and the surroundings were so quiet it was devoid of the slightest sound.
Just as Su Lingzhi was about to speak, her words were silenced by his lips, a warm kiss mixed with the taste of tobacco invaded, the familiar heat terrifying her, making her instinctively resist.
