At this moment, the helicopter's lights had dimmed, and the man's face gradually became clear in her eyes.
Clean-cut light brown hair, an exquisitely matchless face, eyes blue as the sea twinkling with laughter—it was not Moses she had imagined but Huangfu Jue.
"It's you!"
"Who else could it be?"
The man walked over, bowed his head to look at her, and asked with a smile.
"No... it's not..." She quietly moved her right hand behind her back, slipped the knife into her pants, and raised her lips to smile at him, "I mean... didn't you say you would be back tomorrow?"
"I couldn't wait until tomorrow."
Huangfu Jue lifted his right hand to cradle her cheek.