In the mall, a beautiful woman, resembling an elf, walked proudly, with an innocent and cheerful smile on her face.
Behind the woman, a man was carrying lots of shopping bags in both hands, leaving no room to hold anything else, evident from the several small bags hanging around his neck.
"Brother, walk faster, keep up with me, be careful not to lose me," the woman would occasionally turn her head and smile mischievously.
"Okay." The man squeezed out a genuine smile and quickened his pace.
The woman with a radiant smile was naturally Ye Juanjuan, and the person behind her was none other than Ye Fan.
Looking at Ye Juanjuan's sweet smile, Ye Fan felt happy as well. He owed his sister so much. During those missing years, he didn't know how she managed, but from the room covered with letters on the wall, it was clear that Ye Juanjuan wasn't happy, just as their uncle had said, her brother's disappearance had left a shadow in Ye Juanjuan's heart.
