Even though so much time had passed, Su Muze's heart still ached faintly whenever he thought of Xiao Yu. She was the first woman he ever loved, and Su Muze had genuinely wanted to spend his life with her.
But alas...
Su Muze sighed silently in his heart.
"Father, Mother, the tea is here." Hearing the voice, Su Muze instinctively looked up. What he saw first was a long, lake-green dress. The young woman walked toward him with slow, gentle steps, drawing closer with each step.
Guo Qiulan was carrying a tray of hot tea. As she entered, she stole a glance at Su Muze. Today, he was wearing a brown long robe, looking exactly as she remembered him.
