Upon entering, Jiang Mei looked up and immediately locked eyes with a man on the sofa wearing glasses. At first, she felt he was unfamiliar. But, as soon as the man smiled with shallow dimples and an elegant demeanor, like a refreshing spring in the cold winter, even though he was just showing his profile, it sparked a connection in her mind, reminiscent of the exact same person from her memory.
His eyebrows were darker, his hair longer, fringe covering his brows. The former basketball team captain now wore glasses, but she remembered he was a little nearsighted back then. Yes, they hadn't seen each other in more than a decade, she was now a mother, and of course, he would be in his early thirties. Time had left such dreadful marks on people. She had aged and become a haggard housewife, but he, after life's tempering, looked even more polished—like a gradually refined gemstone, emitting a steadier and more composed light from every angle than before.
