He watched quietly, and after the last person stood up from the low-lying area, his hand suddenly stopped.

Not just his hands, but his arms, his body, his legs, his feet—his entire body was frozen.

His eyes, in particular, seemed to be fixed in place by some powerful force, peering through his sunglasses at that face that had appeared in his dreams countless times.

She had changed, yet it seemed she hadn't changed at all; she always stared straight at him like that, completely oblivious to shyness and reserve.

"Heh!" Han Junche laughed self-deprecatingly, threw the half-burnt cigarette on the ground, stomped on it, and crushed it.

He lifted his foot again and strode towards the low-lying area.

After glancing at the few people who had stood up in the low-lying area, Lin Yi turned her gaze away and chatted and laughed with the people around her. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Han Junche suddenly leave, and then she looked up at Han Junche with some surprise.

This glance was alarming. He spotted a familiar figure, rubbed his eyes, and after confirming it was indeed that person, he was utterly shocked: "Chi Xia?!"

"What Chi Xia?" The person who was joking with him laughed when he heard him say this out of the blue, "Chi Xia? I'm Zao Xia!"

"Shut up." Lin Yi glared at the man. "If you don't want to die, don't mention that name in front of the boss!"

The man was bewildered by his rudeness and was about to ask a question when he suddenly saw his boss walk up to the group of people hiding in the low-lying area and then suddenly grab one of them by the neck!

The man was stunned; in fact, everyone was stunned!

Except for Chi Xia.

Chi Xia wondered what his reaction would be if she saw him again.

Will I just ignore her or kill her?

Clearly, Han Junche chose the latter.

Han Junche grabbed her neck, the cold light in his eyes clear even through his sunglasses. He tightened his grip, watching her face turn red, and said, word by word, "You dare to show your face in front of me?!"

Chi Xia didn't answer, she just looked at him quietly.

For her, there were countless days and nights, even countless worlds, between them, but for him, it had only been a little over half a year since they last saw each other.

He's changed. He used to never smoke, and he never used to wear sleeveless vests like this.

Although he used to have a muscular physique, he was always very proper and even when playing basketball, he would wear a short-sleeved shirt under his team uniform.

Chi Xia once asked him why he hid his great physique so well, and why he didn't give any of the girls who went to great lengths to watch him play basketball a treat.

What did he say back then?

Oh right, by then he had already learned her cheesy pickup lines, and with a smile, he put his arm around her waist and said, "I don't want to give the majority of young girls a treat, I only want to give you a treat, it just depends on when you're ready to receive it."

At that time, she was also a green and inexperienced young girl. His words immediately drew a chorus of boos from those around her.

Amidst the boos, she buried her face in his chest in shame, refusing to come out.

The person in front of her was clearly distracted, even though he was still choking her.

The fire in Han Junche's chest almost consumed his reason. Yes, she didn't care about him at all. The reason she pursued him, said she liked him, and loved him was just a game for her.

She even loathed him.

She loathed him so much that, before he could even tell her that he was willing to do everything in his power to protect her, she personally denied their past love, denied the affection between them, severed all his feelings for her, and even pushed him into a horde of zombies.