When Xiang Caiping saw that familiar face appear in front of her, she felt it was almost the same as the one in her memory. She was dumbfounded.
In an instant, the cake in her hands dropped onto the ground. The sound of the cake hitting the ground failed to snap her to her senses.
She stared blankly at Su Chenghui. He returned her stare. Compared to his privileged life these past twenty years, Xiang Caiping had clearly gone through considerably more turmoil.
She had aged substantially and did not resemble the soft-spoken and beautiful girl she had been in her youth. He was still able to recognize her immediately. The shock reflected in his eyes was overshadowed by sympathy.
"Caiping? Caiping? What's happened to you?"
It had been too long since they parted ways and, in Su Chenghui's heart, Xiang Caiping's features had become blurry. Despite that, he still remembered her at her most beautiful at the very beginning of their relationship.
