Luo Ye inadvertently caught a fleeting look of surprise in Qiao Aimin's eyes and quickly took Luo Lian's hand, introducing her, "Governor Qiao, this is my good friend, fashion designer Luo Lian."
With a light smile playing at her lips, Luo Lian said, "Governor Qiao, I was thinking of greeting you just now, but couldn't find the opportunity to chip in."
Her dimples peeked in and out as she smiled, her lustrous eyes clear and amber-like, her delicate and prominent nose, her skin so white it was almost translucent, and her gentle and graceful demeanor; every bit of her resembled the one he constantly missed. Yet, reason told him it couldn't be her; over twenty years had passed, it was impossible she still bore the same face...
