Chapter 1: Reunion (Part 2)

Seven whole years… Would she still remember to come back?

He Yichen lowered his eyes. “Yimei, let’s go.”

He Yimei looked at Yi Chen in surprise. He appeared calm. “Don’t you want to go and say hello? Maybe…”

“She is no longer a part of my life,” he said in a calm tone, as if nothing had happened.

Yimei carefully examined his expression but found no clues. Finally, she could only sigh and say, “Let’s go.”

She took one last look at Zhao Mosheng, only to find that Mosheng had also turned her head to look at her. Their eyes met in the air. Mosheng seemed stunned for a moment, then a faint smile appeared on her face as she nodded.

Yi Mei hurriedly turned around and called out, “Yi Chen…”

“Um?”

“She…” Yi Mei stopped in surprise, and when she looked back, Mosheng was no longer there in the flowing crowd.

“What’s wrong?”

“No, nothing,” Yi Mei murmured, lowering her head. But she had clearly seen them—so why did they leave so easily? And Yi Chen had seen her too…

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I never thought I would come back here one day.

During the interview, the editor-in-chief asked her, “Ms. Zhao, why did you choose to work in City A?”

Mo Sheng suddenly didn’t know how to answer. Why? Because she had studied here for more than a year? Because she had met him here? Because she had experienced so much here?

She hadn’t known at first. When she decided to return home, this was the first place that came to mind. It wasn’t until she saw him that day that she realized—she had wanted to see him. Although he no longer belonged to her, she just wanted to see him.

Just one look.

“Maybe because I have nowhere else to go,” Mo Sheng said.

The editor-in-chief looked at her strangely for a long time but ultimately hired her as a photojournalist for a women’s magazine.

However, she was unsettled by the editor’s excessive emphasis on her experience working for foreign magazines.

“It’s just a small magazine,” Mo Sheng said.

“Hey! Mo Sheng.” The female editor-in-chief, who was in her forties, called her affectionately. “Are you complimenting me on my knowledge? I even know about an obscure little magazine in the United States.”

Mo Sheng laughed, and all her uneasiness disappeared.

The editor-in-chief then said seriously, “Mo Sheng, I know how difficult it is for a Chinese person to be a photographer in the United States. You have to be better than most white people. They always think we Chinese lack artistic talent.

And so, she settled down.She still went to the supermarket for groceries but never ran into them again—until one day when a supermarket security guard stopped her.

“Miss, please come to the security room.”

Mo Sheng was stunned. She had a bad feeling. Too many news reports talked about security guards forcibly searching people or even assaulting them.

She stared at him cautiously, but the security guard said helplessly, “Miss, I mean no harm. I just want to ask if you lost something a month ago.

“She had only just returned to China a month ago. Could she have lost something without even realizing it? Curiously, she followed him into the security room.

The security guard handed her a black wallet.Mo Sheng knew immediately that it wasn’t hers, without even looking inside. She smiled and shook her head. “You’ve got the wrong person. This isn’t mine.”

The security guard was unexpectedly persistent. “Open it and take a look.”

She took it, opened it, and saw her own photo.

The security guard said proudly, “Miss, this is your photo. Even though you look very different now, I recognized you at a glance.”

The difference was huge. That photo was taken when she had just entered college—when she still had long hair tied in a ponytail and a silly, carefree smile.

How did it end up in a stranger’s wallet?

Mo Sheng handed the wallet back. “This definitely isn’t mine.”

The security guard looked puzzled. “But isn’t that you in the photo?”

“It is me, but the wallet isn’t mine.”

“Then it must belong to someone who knows you, Miss. Maybe the owner has a crush on you…”

Hey, who said Chinese people lack imagination?

“But…”

“Take it, take it. No one has come to claim it, and it’s troublesome for us to keep it. I’d rather give it to you than have it confiscated. You must have some connection with the owner. Ah! Maybe I’ve helped create a happy marriage…” The security guard was lost in his imagination, as if he were watching a TV drama.

A month ago—right around the time she had run into He Yichen and He Yimei. Could it be that he had dropped it?

With this ridiculous guess in mind, Mo Sheng took the wallet home.

That night, after showering, she studied it carefully in bed. It had a simple design, an expensive brand, and not much cash. I had no idea who the owner was.

As for the photo, Mosheng carefully took it out. There were traces of steel stamps on it. It must have been torn from some document. She accidentally turned it over and was suddenly stunned. There were words on the back! She would never forget the handwriting that was so cool and sharp that it seemed to tear through the paper.

That was Yi Chen’s handwriting, written in black pen –

my sunshine!