Even more mature and grander than in the memory, and even more perfect as well.
Everything so perfect seemed unreal, just like the protagonist in a fairy tale.
Seemingly as perfect, unreal and elusive as an immortal walked out of a fantasy.
Unattainable, unforgettable, impossible to let go.
"How strange. Have you forgotten your own husband after just a few months of not seeing each other?"
In the midst of her trance, the figure who seemed to have stepped out from a fantasy, now enveloped in rosy clouds, teasingly asked.
Xiang Feifei was fully awakened, took steps forward, launched herself into the open arms of Wang Zijia.
Her legs wrapped around Wang Zijia's waist, held unconsciously by him with his hands on her hips, while her hands hugged his neck, gazing blankly at that perfect face which was so close.
Wang Zijia was also looking upward, at the person clinging to him like an octopus.
Their breathing was so clear and visible, and the air seemed somewhat heated.
