Zhou Sui slapped Han Xu's shoulder, utterly shocked and excited, "Damn, Han Xu, look over there, isn't that woman very similar to Tong Wanzhe? It's her, right?"
For the past two years, Zhou Sui had been helping Han Xu search for her, and he was most familiar with Tong Wanzhe's appearance. That figure, he was nearly entranced; it was identical. And at that moment, he saw the woman's eyes. Even though she wore a mask, those eyes were also exactly the same. This couldn't possibly be a coincidence.
Han Xu, who had been numb, followed Zhou Sui's pointing finger and suddenly felt his breath catch.
Under the red maple tree, the woman tilted her head slightly, gazing at the scenery in the distance. Those eyes were the most familiar to him. And that profile, it was his Wanzhe. He could not be mistaken. Han Xu stared at the masked woman, uncontrollably drawn towards her.