Yan Xixi rushed out.
She ran quickly, the weight of the luggage on her back was not light, and in her urgency, she nearly fell. However, she forcibly steadied herself, facing the wind, and chased with all her might.
But the person's footsteps were getting faster and faster, and she couldn't bother to hide her identity, desperately shouting: "Xiaojue... Xiaojue..."
In the bustling crowd, absolutely no one heard her shouting.
An empty car stopped, the man did not look back, opened the car door and got in.
By the time Yan Xixi caught up, the car was already out of sight.
She stood there, thinking she'd seen things.
No, this wasn't Huang Xiaojue.
During her search, she made this mistake multiple times — as long as she saw a tall man wearing a silver-gray coat and wool scarf, she always thought it was Huang Xiaojue. But every time she caught up, it wasn't!
The red light turned on, the green light turned on.
