The moment Qi Jianyi uttered his name, it was as if something inside Song Chengfeng snapped. A jolt surged through him—sharp, electric—sending adrenaline coursing through his veins.
Without thinking, his legs moved on their own. He took a step, then another, striding purposefully toward her. The garden, the guests, the hushed murmurs—all faded into the background.
In that moment, there was only her. But just as the space between them began to close, Song Chengfeng suddenly stopped. His feet rooted to the ground, his entire body tense.
He stared at her, eyes searching her face as if needing final confirmation that this was truly happening—that it was really her.
There was hesitation and fear in his eyes—hesitation to believe what his heart was telling him, and fear that it might be wrong.
