After the two of them parted ways, Meng Qingyan habitually scanned his surroundings. He knew a pair of eyes was watching Song Xinxin, regardless of who had sent them. The moment that person appeared, the men he had positioned in advance would be sure to capture him.
Compared to Meng Qingyan’s caution, Song Xinxin seemed much more at ease. Perhaps it was because, in front of her lover, she could be herself without inhibition, rather than shifting into defensive mode to trade blows with others. She sat on the swing quite naturally, tilted her head, and asked, "Hoodlum Bro, why did you suddenly come to find me?" Her tone was light, tinged with a mix of surprise and curiosity.
Hearing Song Xinxin’s clear voice, Meng Qingyan’s vigilant expression melted away instantly. The frost in his eyes vanished, replaced entirely by the sight of her sweet face. He looked at her as she swayed on the swing with a doting, affectionate gaze. "I missed you. But I didn't know if you missed me?" As he spoke, a trace of uncertain melancholy crept into his voice. He slowly knelt on one knee, resting his hands on the swing ropes, his eyes shining with a look of plea, as if waiting for Song Xinxin to give him the answer he longed for.
Chapter 67