Tong Gui had just changed into a light blue short skirt that accentuated her lithe physique, her slim waist barely a handful, her legs long and lean. She had just lightly made-up, her hair pinned up, revealing her smooth forehead and the elegant neck akin to a swan.
The light casting on her face made her beauty seem almost unreal.
There was an inexplicable tightening in Su Tu's chest. He was suddenly reminded of the time when he and Achun were getting married in the church, and Achun, dressed in a white wedding gown, was almost the spitting image of the present Tong Gui as she was walking towards him.
It was as if the woman who once moved him had traversed the portal of time and was now standing tall and graceful in front of him.
She seemed so close, yet so far, standing in the warm light, as if he could touch her with just an outstretched hand.
Unconsciously, Su Tu extended his hand, but before his hand could touch Tong Gui, she bowed to him.
