Yu Jingzhi saw her face stiffened for a split second but she quickly regained her composure and pretended to be amused. She did it so smoothly as if she had done it a thousand times before, if not for his sharp observational skill, maybe he could have missed it too.
The girl shrugged nonchalantly. "Just a usual nightmare. Who doesn't have any?"
Yu Jingzhi recalled her state last night. Messy hair, trembling shoulders, red and moist eyes, the undisputable sadness and grief reflected on her face. So fragile as if one mere touch was enough to make her shatter. Yet upon seeing him, that expression of hers was rapidly swept away as if it was just his fragment of imagination.
They had been apart for seven years. There was so much that he didn't know about her. Likewise, he also had changed, very considerably, that he was sure she wouldn't be able to recognize him even if he stood in front of her.
