Walking into the garden, Shen Ruo saw a middle-aged man wearing a white shirt, sitting leisurely in a white gazebo on a wicker chair. On the antique wisteria table in front of him were two cups of freshly brewed tea, still steaming.
Approaching him, Shen Ruo stopped and went no further.
Su Wenxiu turned his head to look at her, somewhat startled. He had seen her photographs, but he didn't expect that, in person, she would look even more like her mother, Bai Yun...
All four children closely resembled their mother, but she was the one who bore the closest resemblance.
That beautiful and kind woman, who evoked in him feelings of both hate and love whenever he thought of her...
"Sit," Su Wenxiu withdrew his gaze and motioned to the seat opposite him. Shen Ruo sat down, still feeling somewhat uneasy and tense.
She lowered her eyes slightly, not daring to look directly at him.
