Shi Mei's gaze was irresistibly drawn to him as well.
Her first impression of him was only one word: young.
This Lin Hang was excessively young.
Despite wearing a formal suit, his fair skin made him seem somewhat green.
Fortunately, his facial features were sufficiently distinct, with masculine contours that almost overcame his pretty, delicate appearance.
Upon seeing this man for the first time, a name emerged in Shi Mei's heart: Brother Heng.
Lin Hang was just two months older than her, now only 23.
Having just returned from abroad with two degrees, he seemed unchanged, except for the deeper contours around his eyes.
Lin Hang's eyes remained steadfastly on Shi Mei, his eyes filled with melancholy, "Shi Mei?"
Is this person Shi Mei?
When he left, she had been fine.
Back then, she was aloof and indifferent, uncaring about everything.
Her world was simple, just studying and learning.
