After typing the period, Tang Li pressed the send button.
When Song Baiyan received the message, he was standing on the bedroom's balcony smoking, with heavy frost forming, but he didn't feel much coldness.
It was as if Tang Li's words before she came upstairs were still echoing in his ears.
The girl's firm yet shy gaze was also deeply etched into his brain.
A 19-year-old girl.
When they first met, she was only 11 years old.
At that time, he was already a 23-year-old adult man.
The little girl with wheat-colored skin and a radiant smile gradually merged in his mind with the Tang Li he saw tonight, who had long hair draped over her shoulders and wore a bathrobe with a graceful figure.
Even after many years, those clear and steadfast doe eyes hadn't changed much.
Just like how she used to sit on the doorstep, holding her chin in her hands.
