After the kiss, Nanxi didn't say anything. Instead, she just continued walking with her arm around her man's arm, her face slightly flushed. Her long eyelashes were a tad tangled and her sparkling eyes were like ink blots on a white canvas. She looked absolutely beautiful!
Lu Yinchu let out a small laugh. In his memory, Nanxi had always been this clean, graceful girl. Every inch of her emitted a faint scent of purity that was hard to forget.
When they first met in Hong Kong, she was only 14. Over the subsequent eight years, that 14-year-old Nanxi remained in the warmest corner of his memories.
Often, he would think of her walking alone, sitting alone in the courtyard gazing at the sky, leaning over on the balcony alone to look at the stars, talking to herself alone, and looking sorrowful...
