The moment he saw Bingyu walking in, Chen Xiefei was in a trance for a moment.
Although six years may not completely change a person's appearance, it is impossible not to leave any traces on a woman in her twenties who is in her prime. But the woman in front of him was exactly as he remembered her. It's still the clean face with no makeup, the long, straight hair that has never been bleached, and the dark eyes, still as bright as a clear spring. Except for her figure, which is wearing a navy blue suit and skirt, and is slightly thinner than before, nothing seems to have changed.
His appearance was obviously the same, but why did he feel suspicious and suspicious, as if he was in another world, and had such an unreal feeling in his heart?
The moment their eyes met, Chen Xiefei caught Bingyu's shock as if she had been struck by thunder.
But just for a second, it seemed to have returned to normal.
As if after a century of waiting, she finally came to his side.
His heart was still in his throat, and all the blood in his body rushed to his brain. She was so close to him, leaning slightly, and he could even feel her faint, vague fragrance that he was so familiar with.
It fell into mud and was crushed into dust, but only the fragrance remained the same.