The Story of Ling and Heng

Chapter 276-280

Chapter 1013: The Story of Ling and Heng (276)

She thought she had seen it wrongly. In the snow-covered land, the white mist leaving her lips obscured half of her vision.

Feng Ling narrowed her eyes and looked in that direction carefully, but could not find anything.

Her gaze darkened. She turned to scan her surroundings but still failed to find anything.

There wasn't supposed to be anything for her to find in the first place.

She left the Christmas tree and headed to a nearby convenience store to buy a bowl of instant noodles. She then returned to her apartment.

The elevator arrived on the fifteenth floor. The instant she stepped out, she sensitively lifted her eyes and saw the man standing right in front of her apartment door.

The man was dressed in a set of casual sportswear. Both his hands were tucked into his pocket as he casually leaned against the door. When he heard the elevator doors opening, he lifted his eyes to look at her. His gaze shifted away from her startled and cold gaze, onto the bowl of noodles in her hands.

"You only bought one? What about mine?" The man lifted his brows. The words he spoke made it sound as though it had only been two days since they last met and not two years.

Feng Ling resisted the urge to crush the bowl of noodles in her hands. She watched him expressionlessly and hesitated if she should return to the elevator now to leave.

However, before she could decide, the man took his hands out of his pockets and approached her. He spread both his arms to press against the elevator doors and watched Feng Ling, who had subconsciously taken a step back, from his tall height: "Do you want to head to the rooftop where the temperature is below zero degrees to chat, or do you want to stand here and chat?"

Feng Ling watched him coldly. She understood that her heart was composed. It was already composed back then. What more could it be now?

However, Li Nanheng's sudden appearance was truly beyond her expectation.

And so, he had already been in Boston since a few days ago. The presence she had felt following her was him.

She did not speak. She looked at the numbers on the elevator and spoke heavily: "Move aside."

Li Nanheng watched the expressionless little woman with a deep gaze. As she desired, he moved his hands away from the elevator doors.

Feng Ling walked out of the elevator. She placed the bowl of noodles on the small shelf next to her door but did not intend on unlocking her door.

"What are you here for?" She faced the door to speak to the man behind her; her voice did not carry any warmth.

"All of a sudden, someone who disappeared for two years; the person whom I searched desperately for two years, who had disappeared from the face of the earth as though she had completely disappeared, appeared on various big magazines as the beautiful champion of a close combat competition. You say, what am I here for?" The man's voice was right behind her. His tone was mild and open as though everything that had happened in the past two years was no longer important. As though everything would be fine now that he found her.

It was meaningless even if Feng Ling felt as though she was drowning in regret.

Back then, she had participated in that competition because she found life too dull and was looking for something to do. She had completely no idea that the competition would be featured on television and in magazines. She also never expected that, even with a mask, there were still people who could recognize her.