Since the Spring Festival, they hadn't seen each other for almost seven months.
Although they briefly met during the Spring Festival, they were either accompanied by Wang Wei and Bai Jian, leaving them without a moment of privacy, or they had just a short exchange before parting ways.
Hence, for the past year, Lin Wei's impression of Jiang Su was solely based on memories or imagination.
Now, he was standing there in front of her, pulling a suitcase and striding confidently across the crosswalk. It was not till then that she realized, the boy from her memories had grown up considerably.
Despite the passing time, he still radiated youthful energy. Sporting a short-sleeved shirt with a white t-shirt underneath, fashionable yet simple, he still stood out in the crowd. Only, his demeanor was more cold and composed, the boyishness fading into a more mature aura over the past year.
Jiang Su crossed the road, casually lifted his suitcase and stepped onto the pedestrian pavement.
