Transmigrated As My Former Uncle’s Sweetheart

needed to teach her a good lesson.

Just now, that young miss had thrown a snowball at her and almost humiliated her!

However, the words were stuck in her throat as she followed Ji’er’s gaze in astoundment.

There stood a handsome man with an aura as cold as ice, his lone figure seemingly isolated from the rest of the world…

Yaoyao studied the man’s familiar features in astonishment, unable to remember who he was right away.
Had she seen him somewhere before?

After staring at him for a long time, a name suddenly came to her mind.
She was so startled that she let out a loud cry and pointed at the man excitedly.
“Big Bro Lil Qi! You’re Big Bro Lil Qi! When did you come back?”

Chu Qi’s raven-black lashes quivered, though he did not respond.

He had always been indifferent and detached, and there was hardly anyone or anything in the world that could catch his attention.
At this moment, however, his dark eyes reflected the stunning image of the girl in pink, and a ripple was finally set off within his silent and lonely heart.

After five years, the little girl who used to whine for his attention in his arms had grown into a young woman.

He was stunned for quite a while before finally collecting himself.

He looked at Ji’er, who had been standing in place and gazing at him without a word.
After a long while, he let out a quiet sigh and started to make his way over to her.

He was dressed in black, though his garments were a little light for the snowy weather, and the light clothing highlighted his lean figure.
His features had hardly changed; he looked just like how he was five years ago.
Perhaps the only thing that had changed about him was that his eyes had gotten even colder and more aloof.

As Ji’er gazed at the man approaching her, her lip trembled, and her eyes turned red abruptly.

Five years—she had yearned for him for five years, and now he was finally back.

The thought brought a smile to her lips, which contrasted with the redness of her eyes.

As Chu Qi gazed at the girl, who was standing there gracefully with a ghost of a smile on her lips, warmth finally bloomed in his cold, distant eyes.
His voice was as frigid as ice, but there was an almost unnoticeable gentleness to it.
“Princess Ji’er, long time no see.”