In the noises, many people had recognized who he was. Everyone in the city knew this person. However, for four years, everyone thought he was dead. Now, he suddenly appeared here in this way?

“God, a ghost!”

Su Qianci stared at him as she walked closer to him step by step. Li Sicheng was getting more and more real, closer and closer, and more and more familiar. Holding a large bouquet of flowers, his pair of cold and sharp eyes were as dark as the night sky, so dazzling that she felt like a dream.

Su Qianci suddenly dared not to pass, holding the flowers from those people with her hands, she had tears on her face and opened her mouth. She trembled and asked, “Is it you?” Her voice was not big, trembling fearfully, with a hint of whimper. She was so careful, afraid that if she were too loud, he would disappear like he used to. For many times, he had appeared in front of her, but as long as she moved a little, or if she breathed a little heavily, he would break. No matter how she looked for him, he never appeared again.

She was afraid, so afraid…

What if this was not real. What if this was just an illusion, just her delusion, what should she do…

Hearing this, he smiled a little. Holding flowers in one hand, he spread his other arm, his voice cold and gentle. Softly, he said, “I am back.”

It is him, it is him! Really him!

Su Qianci’s hands shook, and the large bouquet of flowers in her hands all fell to the ground. Su Qianci ran forward. Her long hair was flying up as she ran. The petite body hit the tall figure hard with everyone watching and screaming. Stunned, Su Qianci reached out and hugged him. Li Sicheng was as stable as a mountain and hugged her tightly. She only felt that his arms on her waist was tight, and that a wonderful feeling was almost making her cry.

Real touch, real temperature, real…

“It’s really you, it’s really you…” Su Qianci buried her head in his chest, and then she couldn’t help but burst into tears. “Li Sicheng, you b*****d!” Hugging him back, she slammed his back and screamed, “B*****d, idiot, ungrateful wolf!”

He was holding her waist, feeling that she was truly in her arms, feeling incredibly satisfied. At the same time, there was a long-lost happiness wrapping him up. Kissing her hair, Li Sicheng whispered, “It’s me, it’s me.”

Su Qianci’s tears were all smeared on his new clothes as she cried unscrupulously, like when a child who was aggrieved suddenly saw an adult who she could rely on. It goes without saying how happy she was. Holding him tighter and tighter, she refused to let go and did not dare to let go.

Someone started singing, and others followed. The voices of men and women were intertwined as they sang loudly, “I finally found you. Luckily, I didn’t give up. Happiness is not easy, so I will cherish it even more…”

“Mr. Li…”

“Yes.”

“Li Sicheng.”

“Yes.”

“Darling.”

“Yes.”