"You haven't changed..." the lecherous elder sighed.
Her long hair was still as shiny and black as it had been more than twenty years ago, her cheeks like those of a melon seed, fair and elastic, not at all less youthful than those of girls in their twenties.
The lecherous elder felt as though he had suddenly returned to the scene where the two had first met.
Mei Huiling looked at the lecherous elder, and no one knew what she was thinking. Her eyes were slightly moist, and the lecherous elder's heart softened, with an urge to draw close to her, yet he forcefully stopped himself.
"Twenty-eight years, a full twenty-eight years. Do you really intend to hide from me for a lifetime?" Mei Huiling's voice trembled slightly.
It was simply that the man before her had left too deep an impression on her, and even after more than two decades, such memories couldn't be wiped away.
