He was dressed in a haute couture dark blue suit, so dark it nearly appeared black, with hints of blue only visible under intense light.
Like the waters off a sheer cliff, it emanated a cold and secretive charm.
His face was simply an older version of Jun Yan's.
His features were deeply etched and handsome, and combined with a chilly aura, he was like a solitary bloom perched atop a frigid mountain.
Upon seeing her, this aloof blossom seemed warmed by sunlight, and he smiled, revealing his softest petals.
"Miss Yan, it's been a long time."
Jun Lii really wanted to call her by her other name, but remembering that Ah Xing had lost many of her memories and that to her he was as good as a stranger, he dared not speak too intimately, for fear of making her uncomfortable.
In his actions, a warmth and tenderness remained undissolved.
That expression, visible to anyone, showed he was fond of the girl before him.
Even Yueqing herself noticed it!
