The moment their eyes met, Lu Nanze felt as if something struck his heart, causing his pupils to shrink. He stood paralyzed and frozen on the spot.
It had been eight years.
But nothing about the girl standing in front of him seemed to have changed, apart from a sharper, more distinct figure.
No, that wasn't quite true. Something had changed.
She had lost weight.
Some of the baby fat that used to fill her face had now disappeared.
Her frail frame looked as if it would float away with a strong wind.
How much had she suffered in these last years?
As Lu Nanze stood there, he felt an overwhelming urge to run up to her and pull her into his embrace. But he was also fearful… Fearful that the scene before his eyes was but an illusion.
After all, the person in front of him was in a traditional yellow costume. Perhaps it was only his imagination.
But the next moment…
He saw the girl turn around sharply, trying to escape.
