When Zhizhi was 23 years old, she met Yi Xiu again, the boy she first met when she was 10 years old. At this time, the young man had grown into broad shoulders and narrow waist. Zhizhi raised her head and glanced at him secretly. If she hadn't swiped her blush, she might have been able to see her cheeks that were red from shyness. We haven't seen each other for 13 years. If it weren't for attending the wedding this time, I don't know if there would be a chance to meet again. Zhizhi still remembers that she was following him and called brother Yixiu, and he always called her sister Zhizhi. Not seeing each other for 13 years, the unfamiliarity was unexpected and expected. Zhizhi felt an indescribable feeling in her heart, as if these 13 years were just for today to reunite after a long absence.