Today, Li Zhen remained silent, merely listening quietly while everyone chatted and laughed.
He was the only one who noticed the changes in Yan Xixi—her face had become very serene and stable. Moreover, she dressed much more plainly.
She even wore a simple colored dress and flat shoes.
Completely washed clean of glamor.
No longer the radiant Asian beauty at Harvard University's graduation ceremony. Nor the wandering woman, with a large backpack, dust-covered during times of life and death partings.
Now, she was very simple.
But still intensely beautiful.
And, that kind of freshness made her stand out even more, as if no matter the clothes or the outfit, none of it mattered, as she made them shine—not that they added to her beauty.
She was married.
She had told him this early on.
Yet, he did not spread the news. He was never a talkative person; if Yan Xixi did not say anything herself, then no one could be her spokesperson.
