The gentle voice asked twice, but her pleasant tone was filled with surprise, completely at odds with Yu Xiaogang's expectations.
By all rights, shouldn't Liu Erlong, who had been deeply in love with him and had waited twenty years before seeing him again, have been overwhelmed with emotion, trembling uncontrollably, consumed by indescribable excitement, then throwing herself into his arms?
Why was she acting so calm?
The only thing visible on her face was a faint trace of surprise. It did not even count as shock.
Where was the promised emotion? The promised tears? The promised overwhelming excitement? Where had it all gone?
Instead, why was she more concerned about how much his appearance had changed?
Although twenty years had passed and his appearance had indeed changed a little, that was merely because he had grown older. But in terms of charm, he was still as attractive as ever, wasn't he? Did he really have no appeal at all?
Hearing Liu Erlong's question, Yu Xiaogang's lips moved, but he could not say a word.
Her two questions had silenced him completely.
After speaking, Liu Erlong also fell silent.
Looking at the man before her, the man she had once thought about day and night, who had driven her to an emotional breakdown and nearly madness, Liu Erlong's feelings were incomparably complicated. She could not help but sigh inwardly.
Seeing the Grandmaster again, she should have been moved to tears. She should have been overjoyed. Yet now that the moment had come, her heart was strangely calm—so calm that even she found it unbelievable.
Twenty years had passed. He had appeared before her again, but his appearance had changed drastically. He was no longer handsome as he had been back then. Well, thinking carefully, he had not really been that handsome