Amidst the loud cheers from all around, many people recognized who this person was.
I think everyone in Cannes knows this person.
But, after four years, everyone thought he was dead, and now he appeared here in this way
"Oh my god, it's a fake corpse!"
…
Su Qianci stared at him and approached step by step.
The Li Sicheng in front of him was becoming more and more real, closer and more familiar.
Li Sicheng was holding a large bouquet of flowers. His eyes were cold and sharp, as dark and vast as the polar night sky, so bright and dazzling that she felt like she was in a dream.
Su Qianci suddenly didn't dare to go over. She held the flowers given by those people in her hands, tears falling down. She opened her mouth and asked in a trembling voice, "Is it you?"
The voice was not loud, but it was full of tentativeness and a slight tremor of sob. He was very cautious, fearing that if the voice was too loud, he would be shattered without a trace like before.
He had appeared before her countless times, but as soon as she moved a little, or breathed a little heavier, he would disappear.
No matter how she looked for him afterwards, he never appeared by her side.
She was afraid, very afraid...
What if this isn't true? What if this is just an illusion, just her imagination? What if this is true
When Li Sicheng heard this, his eyes curved, one hand holding the flowers, the other hand opened his arms to her, his voice was cold and gentle, with an indissoluble tenderness, he said: "I'm back."
It’s him, it’s him!
It's really him!
Su Qianci's hands shook, and the bunch of lilies and other flowers in her hands all fell to the ground. With a step, Su Qianci ran forward.
The long hair flew up because of running.
With her petite and light figure, she bumped into the tall figure with force, amid a burst of exclamations from the people around. Su Qianci reached out and hugged him tightly.
Li Sicheng's body was as steady as a rock. He embraced her and held her tightly in his arms.
Su Qianci only felt her waist tighten, and an indescribable wonderful feeling made her choke and cry.
Real touch, real temperature, real, real...
"It's really you, it's really you..." Su Qianci buried her head in his chest, unable to hold back her tears, "Li Sicheng, you bastard!" She put her hands on his waist, pounded his back hard, and cursed, "Asshole, beast, big asshole, ungrateful wolf!"
Li Sicheng held her waist, feeling that she was truly in his arms. He felt indescribably satisfied. At the same time, he also felt a long-lost sense of happiness that enveloped him.
Kissing her hair gently, Li Sicheng whispered, "It's me. It's all me."
Su Qianci smeared all her tears and snot on his new clothes and cried unrestrainedly, like a child who had suffered all kinds of grievances and suddenly saw an adult he could rely on. This feeling of happiness was self-evident.
Holding him firmly and refusing to let go, Su Qianci did not dare to let go, and held him tighter and tighter...
There were cheers all around, and no one knew who started it, but the voices of men and women intertwined together, and they started to sing loudly: "I finally waited for you, and I'm glad I didn't give up. Happiness didn't come easily, so I cherish it even more..."
"Mr. Li..."
"Um."
"Li Sicheng."
"Um."
"husband."
"Um."
(End of this chapter)