Xiao Yuchen's gaze lingered on Yun Baishao's face for a moment. The figure of the calm and composed girl in the disaster area five years ago gradually overlapped with the person in front of him.

She was more calm and elegant than before, but her expression was still tenacious and heart-breaking.

\"Ms. Yun's request, Xiao will do his best to help.\" His voice was gentle, and his slender fingers tapped the table lightly, \"I will arrange for the head of the group's intelligence department to contact you.\"

Yun Baishao nodded slightly, and a smile rose unconsciously at the corner of her lips. She noticed the teacup on his desk - it was the celadon that he used to pass her medicine in the disaster area five years ago.

Xiao Yuchen followed her gaze, suddenly stood up and walked towards the bookcase.

He took out a yellowed notebook and opened one of the pages: "This is the letter your father wrote to me after the disaster relief. It mentioned your sister's disappearance.

At that time, I sent people to investigate and found several clues, but they were all lost later. Now, if you continue to investigate, can you provide more clues? \"

Yun Baishao took the book and gently stroked her father's familiar handwriting with her fingertips. When she turned to the next page, she was suddenly stunned - there was a sketch on the page, which was the silhouette of her at the age of 20, bending down to bandage the wounded.

The air between the two seemed to freeze for a moment. Xiao Yuchen coughed lightly and explained casually:

\"I just finished recording the wounded and drew this casually. Miss Bai, please don't blame me for being abrupt. \"

The sunlight from the window shone through the gauze curtains, casting a crisscross of light and shadows on the floor between them.

Yun Baishao gently closed the notebook, her fingertips lingering on the cover for a second before handing it back.

\"Mr. Xiao,\" she looked up with a faint smile in her eyes,\"When my sister went missing, she was wearing a jade pendant like this.\" She took out a drawing from her bag,\"This is a drawing my father drew from memory.\"

When Xiao Yuchen took the blueprint, his fingertips accidentally overlapped with hers. They were both startled at the same time, and then pretended to be calm and took their hands back.

He lowered his head to look at the drawing carefully, and stood very close to Yun Baitian who was pointing out the details to him.

The tall Xiao Yuchen lowered his head, just very close to the top of Yun Baishao's head, and could smell the faint fragrance of white tea in her hair - exactly the same as he smelled in the tent in the disaster area five years ago.

\"I'll have people pay special attention to this clue." He folded the drawing carefully and put it in the drawer.

When the assistant knocked on the door to remind them of the next meeting, they both looked at the clock on the wall. Yun Baishao stood up to say goodbye, and Xiao Yuchen personally sent her to the elevator.

"Miss Yun," he suddenly asked before the elevator door opened, "will you attend the signing ceremony next week?"

Yun Baishao turned around and saw him standing at the junction of light and shadow, his tall figure half bathed in sunlight and half hidden in shadow, just like the young man who stood at the door of the disaster relief tent five years ago and lifted the curtain for her.

\"I will.\" She answered softly, with an expectation in her voice that she didn't even realize.

When the elevator door slowly closed, Xiao Yuchen was still standing there.

He twisted his fingers, remembering that when they parted five years ago, she turned and walked into the morning light in the same way.

But he never told her that he asked the medical team to stay one more day just because he wanted to see her again.

Since the Xiao Group and Yun's Medical Clinic officially cooperated, Xiao Yuchen and Yun Baishao's contacts became more frequent. Every meeting and every project docking became an unspoken expectation of the two.

At first, they just discussed the details of the cooperation in a businesslike manner, but gradually, the topic began to extend beyond work.

Xiao Yuchen found that Yun Baishao had a lot of insights into the study of classical medical books, and Yun Baishao was surprised that Xiao Yuchen had such a thorough understanding of Chinese medicine pharmacology.

One weekend afternoon, Xiao Yuchen invited Yun Baishao to visit the Xiao Group’s newly built Chinese medicine research and development center.

The sunlight shone through the glass dome onto the displayed ancient books. Yun Baishao's fingers gently stroked those precious medical books, with joy flashing in her eyes.

\"We have been looking for this Ming Dynasty edition of Compendium of Materia Medica for many years."\" She said softly, with undisguised excitement in her tone.

Xiao Yuchen stood beside her, his eyes fixed on her focused face. He smiled slightly and said, "I knew you would like it, so I specially asked someone to bring it back from the auction."

Yun Baishao was stunned and looked up at him. The moment their eyes met, they both read deeper emotions in each other's eyes.

The air seemed to freeze for a moment. Yun Baishao looked away first, her ears slightly reddened, and she whispered: "Thank you."

Xiao Yuchen didn't say much, just raised the corners of his lips slightly and reached out to turn the next page for her.

As the cooperation deepened, the two of them had a better understanding. When Xiao Yuchen was working overtime to sort out the cooperation case, he would have someone send him a cup of warm soothing tea; and after Xiao Yuchen had a series of meetings, Yun Baishao would hand him a special refreshing sachet that she had made by herself.

One evening, the two finished discussing the last detail of their cooperation on the terrace on the rooftop of the Xiao Group. The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on the tips of Yun Baishao's hair, giving it a layer of gentle gold.

Xiao Yuchen suddenly said: "In fact, when I first saw you in the disaster area five years ago, I remembered you."

Yun Baishao was slightly startled. Looking at Xiao Yuchen bathed in the golden light of the setting sun, a warm current rose in her heart, and then she smiled:

"Me too. You were like a savior who came from heaven. You not only delivered a large amount of supplies to the disaster area where supplies were in short supply, but also brought a variety of Chinese patent medicines with particularly good effects.

It not only helps the wounded recover quickly, but also reduces the burden on medical staff. We are all very grateful to you. \"

Xiao Yuchen looked at her with deep and gentle eyes: "Over the years, I have been thinking that if I can see you again, I will never let you disappear from my sight again."

Yun Baishao's heartbeat quickened, but she pretended to be calm and teased: "Is Mr. Xiao confessing his love?"

Xiao Yuchen chuckled and reached out to gently hold her fingertips: "What if I say yes?"

Yun Baishao did not withdraw her hand, but gently shook it back with a smile in her eyes: "Then I can only say that I have been waiting for this sentence for a long time."

In the setting sun, the two people's shadows were stretched out and overlapped, as if their destined trajectories finally overlapped.

The two people who are busy with their careers and have been single until now have found the ideal person in each other - one understands her persistence, and the other appreciates his calmness. Both are very kind and are willing to silently dedicate themselves to strangers in difficult situations and disasters without expecting anything in return.

The good relationship they had formed when they participated in rescue operations together had already ended. But after five years, they rekindled their relationship. The two of them were truly a match made in heaven.

The Xiao family gave the task of helping to find Yun Baizhi to Ping'an and his eight brothers and sisters.

The abilities of cultivators are not comparable to those of ordinary people. Soon good news came that a clue had been found.