He turned the rocking chair, his long legs still resting on the desk, raised the red wine to the visitor, drank it thoughtfully, and chuckled, "You are quite conscious."
Another bloody storm.
Rong Xiu stood there, the dusk surrounded her through the panoramic window, with a delicate face and an ankle-length white dress. She was isolated from the world and could not help but be quiet.
She closed her bag and smiled, "You're still the same."
"No no no" took another sip of red wine. He moved his gaze from the window to the goblet, his eyes dark and gleaming, and finally turned to her with deep eyes, "Much more handsome." He took the last sip.
He put down his long legs, came to Rong Xiu, walked around her twice, touched his chin and made a conclusion, "You make a living by begging in Australia? I thought high-fat milk can make you grow a few more breasts." Rong Xiu looked up at him,
He still remembers her.
He stood with her in the dusk, his facial features were struck deeper, and his unforgettable eyebrows were still deep, just like the first time he saw him seven years ago, who knew that he would fall in love with her at the first sight.