Seeing Chan’er, the frostiness on Tang Ling’er’s face finally melted away temporarily.
"Is that you, Chan’er? Having not seen you for years, how come you’ve become so charming?"
Chan’er came over excitedly and firstly gave a deep curtsy, "I’ve seen Sister Tang!"
Then she eagerly said, "Sister Tang, are you here to find our young master?"
Tang Ling’er nodded slightly, "What is your young master doing now?"
Chan’er somewhat embarrassedly scratched her scalp, "He is... sleeping!"
"Sleeping?" Tang Ling’er looked up at the sky.
It was just after lunch, a long while before dusk, and he was already sleeping?
It seems the rumors are all true!
Tang Ling’er felt inwardly displeased, but her face didn’t show it; she merely said indifferently, "Then can Chan’er wake up young master Xue? I have something to discuss with him!"
"Of course, of course! If my young master knows Miss Tang has returned, he will definitely be happy!"
While saying this, Chan’er was about to run inside the house.
At this moment, a long yawn could be heard coming from inside the house.
"Who wakes from the great dream first, knows the meaning of life. In my humble cottage, I sleep deeply through spring, as the sun outside sets slow. Oh, how I love to sleep!"
Saying so, Xue An slowly emerged from the house, his face seemingly still veiled in the grogginess of someone not fully awake, and then he gave a slight smile to everyone.
Tang Ling’er felt as though she had been struck by lightning, her heartbeat even skipped half a beat.
Because the young man standing on the steps, tall and handsome, in clothes whiter than snow, when he smiled, his eyes shone like stars, resembling a deity lost in the mortal world, unspeakably awe-inspiring.
Is... is it him?
But he seemed very different from the gradually blurring figure in her memory, yet she couldn’t place exactly what had changed.
While Tang Ling’er was lost in a daze.
Chan’er already excitedly shouted, "Young Master, Sister Tang is back!"
Xue An at that moment was also sizing up the girl who had once haunted the dreams of his original self.
She was dressed in a light cyan outfit, the simplicity and elegance revealing a hint of competence.
And her face could be deemed devastatingly beautiful.
Key to her appeal was the pair of phoenix eyes, strikingly remarkable, which gave her a commanding presence even in silence.
Xue An inwardly praised.
Quite a beauty with brains.
If she were on modern-day Earth, she definitely would be a powerful career woman.
No wonder the original self was so hopelessly infatuated with her.
Then he nodded slightly to Tang Ling’er, "Miss Tang."
Tang Ling’er felt increasingly puzzled.
Because in the past, when they corresponded through letters, Xue An wasn’t like this.
Back then, he revealed a heavy sense of insecurity in his words, nearly groveling in flattery towards her.
But meeting him today, he seemed so nonchalant, even making Tang Ling’er feel as though she was the lesser one.
What on earth was going on?
Tang Ling’er was surprised inwardly, but bred by the battles of the commercial world, she didn’t let it show and just nodded slightly.
"Master Xue, sorry to disturb your rest, I truly feel a bit apologetic!"
The intent behind these words was cryptic, seemingly mocking.
At least Qing’er, standing to the side, wore an expression of embarrassment.
However, Xue An merely smiled slightly, "Too much sleep gets tiresome, I needed to get some fresh air anyhow! And I have always been waiting for Miss Tang to return!"
Tang Ling’er didn’t ponder too deeply, she had invited him after all, so naturally he would wait for her return.
"And if you really hide, then..."
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