Stepping inside, Qiu Rui turned and closed the door. Suddenly, he hugged Xiang Wan tightly from behind, his body trembling slightly, and even his breathing became labored. "You're finally back!"

The joy of finding something lost was infectious.

Her eyes gradually welled up with tears. She had originally wanted to wait a while longer to confirm that this was the person before recognizing him.

At that moment, a hug softened her heart.

Xiang Wan didn't say anything, and was just held by Qiu Rui until he calmed down.

Turning around, the person in front of me was unkempt, with a stubble beard and bloodshot eyes, as if he hadn't slept in a long time.

Xiang Wan pressed her cheek against his chest and gently wrapped her arms around his waist. "Why don't you contact him?"

She asked why the number in her hand had been blocked for the past three years, and why they hadn't spoken for so long.

Qiu Rui's throat bobbed, and after a long while, he finally answered in a slightly hoarse voice, "Do you know how I've survived these past three years?"

Xiang Wan was filled with fear; he knew it!

He got back before she did!

So, there are some things that need to be clarified.

Xiang Wan looked up and stared directly into his eyes: "You knew it was me from the beginning, which is why you deliberately approached me. Why?"

Qiu Rui lowered his head and met Xiang Wan's eyes.

Those eyes reflected Xiang Wan's figure, filled with longing, regret, sadness, self-blame, joy, and above all, an unyielding deep affection.

Under the gaze of those eyes, Xiang Wan unknowingly fell into his tenderness until she felt a warmth on her lips.