Ji Shaojun brought Bai Lian through the door.
Ji Mulan had not seen Bai Lian for over two years, and upon seeing her now, she felt a sense of unreality.
She was so different from her memory.
Her daughter came in wearing a white long dress, with a light green belt slightly cinching her waist, each step as delicate as orchids.
Holding a smartphone in her hand and with a slight air of indolence, the booth was brightly lit, and at a glance, her pitch-black eyes resembled those stained by an ink brush, reflecting a sky full of stars.
The man was also startled, having always thought from Ji Mulan's description that her daughter was a badly behaved young girl.
He hadn't expected her to seem so quiet.
And there was Ji Shaojun, who he originally thought would be somewhat nervous growing up in Xiangcheng.
But he didn't expect him to be so confident and at ease.
