Yan Xixi couldn't come to her senses.
Because it was extremely unexpected.
She had imagined countless times the scene of their reunion, but she thought it would be much later, when everything between them would have become calm and indifferent.
Reuniting, perhaps, they could even deliberately wipe away their grudges with a casual smile.
She had also thought that he might search, look for a time, and when he couldn't find her, he would despair; after all, in this kind of disaster, he wasn't an Immortal, how could he predict she survived?
People might search for missing relatives, but cannot search for deceased ones.
Half a year was enough to heal wounds, even if it was regret, it would already be calm like clouds and wind.
She absolutely did not expect to meet at such a moment, in this place—a New Year's Eve again—as calculated by the time difference, it was exactly New Year's Eve that day.
