Wu Zihao placed the leather jacket around Jin Qingling's shoulder carefully, as if she was a statue made up of glass and would break with the slightest of pressure. He looked at her delicate facial features, that he remembered like the back of his hand for the past four years.
Her small face that was even smaller than his palm and her milky white skin that was flawless like always was glowing even more now. Sharp pointed nose, her rose petal lips that had probably become more kissable than before. Her naturally straight chestnut hair that ended above her pelvic previously was now cut short to her mid-back.
His Qingling had grown even more beautiful than before. As he was trying to suck in all of her features to not to forget them ever again, his gaze met hers.
