Hearing the commotion behind him, Yang Hexuan also stopped walking and saw a man approach Xia Yan, his brows knitting together involuntarily.
Upon a closer look, he recognized the face—it was the man in the photo he had burned.
Deliberately raising his voice, he said to Xia Yan, "What are you standing around for? Hurry up and leave."
Xia Yan hurriedly withdrew her gaze without speaking to the man, turned around, and continued walking forward. The man followed and grabbed her hand, "I’ve been looking for you. Can we talk?"
Xia Yan freed her hand, her eyes reddening for so reason. She thought it was because of the wind and sand.
"Sorry, I’m working right now."
The man took the case from her hand and carried it himself, following her and saying excitedly, "You’re doing photography, right? You haven’t forgotten our promise, have you?"
Xia Yan’s expression stiffened, her heart filled with grievances. She wanted to curse this man with all her strength but ultimately said coldly, "Give back the case."
Yang Hexuan handed his stand to another worker, walked back to Xia Yan’s side, and took the case from the two of them, lightly holding Xia Yan as he said to the man, "I pay my employees to work, not to chat with you."
The man’s attention shifted from Xia Yan’s face to Yang Hexuan’s, then he said with a hint of surprise, "Mr. Yang? I know you. I’ve seen all your photographic works."
Yang Hexuan curled his lips slightly, not even giving the man basic courtesy, "Unfortunately, I don’t know you."
"I’m Yanyan’s... friend."
In the past, she would proudly introduce him to her friends, "This is my boyfriend."
But he never acknowledged her in front of his friends. When she asked, he always said the ti wasn’t mature enough, and his family wouldn’t allow him to date so early.
She believed him and stayed by his side as a "friend," only to learn from his friends that he was getting engaged to a wealthy heiress from a group.
While she was running around seeking opportunities for their dreams, he was dating the heiress.
Finally, he told her, "Yanyan, sotis dreams are hollow. Our views are different, she can give what I want, and staying with you ans being a penniless person chasing so-called dreams."
He never thought about it. When he had nothing, she was the one willing to stay by his side.
Yang Hexuan hinted, "Even if you were her boyfriend, there’s no chatting allowed during working hours."
"When do you get off work? Can we have dinner together?"
Before Xia Yan could reply, Yang Hexuan said, "She’s on call 24/7, so I’m afraid having dinner with you is not possible."
Xia Yan remained silent. She admitted she never forgot this man, but she also felt there was nothing left to say to him. At this point, whether feeling guilty or regretful wouldn’t change anything.
"Hao Yu, what are you doing here?"
A well-dressed woman approached from a distance, grabbing the man’s arm. Following his gaze, she looked at Xia Yan, and her smile froze, "What are you doing here?"
Xia Yan said nothing, turning to leave. This was the heiress, a world apart from her.
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