Yun Shu's eyes were cold as she stared at the tall man before her, temples streaked with gray, skin etched with fine lines, yet his handsome features remained undiminished. In fact, compared to his scholarly and gentle appearance in his youth, he now seemed even more mature and weather-beaten. Those eyes were just as she remembered: clear, soft, and always harboring a hint of indulgent affection...
"Brother An?" Her thin lips curled into a smile, but it seemed so cold.
The man's eyes brightened, "Shu'er, have you remembered me?"
"If you want to pick up, go find some young girl. I don't have the time to play with you. Get out of my way," her tone was cold as ice.
The light in the man's eyes faded bit by bit, like a puppet whose strings had been cut, no longer showing any sign of life. His pupils were dimmed and lonely, making Yun Shu's heart tighten unconsciously, but she was the first to turn her head away.
