Meng Tingxu's memories of Qin He actually stopped many years ago when she was thirteen.
Similarly, in her memory, Qin He wasn't a stranger.
Qin He was the son of her mother Meng Shengsheng's dear friend Xin Tian. Ever since her childhood memories began, he had always been by her side.
He was a whole five years older than her.
It's very difficult for people to remember what happened when they were toddlers. The Qin He in Meng Tingxu's memory was already a youth, flawlessly perfect.
She had to admit that he had grown tall and distinguished, radiating an enchanting brilliance.
In Meng Tingxu's shallow childhood memories, Qin He was always smiling with ease, a beautiful young man who warmed others like the spring breeze.
He was a true young prodigy, the pride and joy of the heavens.
The year Meng Tingxu turned thirteen, Qin He was eighteen.
Clad in a tailcoat, he sat at the piano playing music, his profile in the light and shade beautiful like a painting.
