Yixuan's eyes were lit up the minute he saw her and locked at the familiar face.
Nothing seemed to have changed. Her face, natural with comely imperfections, had long been carved into his heart.
His thin lips were pulled upwards to form a curve of smile that had disappeared from his face.
After so many days he finally saw her again.
"Yanyan," he called her maiden name, extending his hand for her narrow and thin shoulders.
Xiyan recoiled, leaving the hand hanging in the air.
His sudden appearance was a huge disturbance to her, who was still trying to make sense of it, her eyelashes fluttering.
"What do you want?" She rose to face him and couldn't help noticing the deep dark circles under his eyes and how tired he looked.
A pang of sorrow sliced through her heart, but she restrained to betray any emotion, her lips pursed.
They were no longer associated, nor was it her business if he was tired or sick.
