"Youyou."
After more than a minute of silence, Shi Wangyue slowly blinked, instantly hiding the moistness at the corner of his eyes.
The overly dazzling and exquisite face before him made his mind waver.
Hanke Hotel, the luxuriously grand lobby illuminated by sparkling lights.
Time reverses to six years ago.
Childhood friends, inseparable companions.
Ning Youguang navigated through the crowd and walked up to Shi Wangyue.
In her eyes, which were clear and filled with smiles, was the reflection of his current appearance.
A twenty-something Shi Wangyue, with a more defined and refined facial contour than before, and a voice deeper than before.
Time transformed the delicate and handsome youth into a dignified and handsome young man.
The clear and graceful aura he once exuded was like ice and snow stored in a jar, brewed into wine.
Still crisp but with a dangerously intoxicating allure.
