Under the sunlight, a girl in white was smiling at herself.
Her tall and charming figure, jet-black hair, playful eyes, and dimples that revealed themselves with each smile.
The girl was Yun Sheng, yet she was not Yun Sheng.
Even the sunlight seemed to pale in comparison when it met her.
Having not seen her for four years, Zhou Qingchuan had dreamt of Yun Sheng countless times in his sleep.
But never had he dreamed of such a vivid person.
Yun Sheng was even more enchanting than he had imagined, every glance and smile enough to captivate one's soul.
Zhou Qingchuan couldn't even bear to blink; he was afraid that if he did, Yun Sheng would vanish.
"Brother Zhou, why are you staring blankly," it wasn't until a faint fragrance drifted over that Zhou Qingchuan came back to his senses.
He coughed a few times, "You embarrass me. It's just that I haven't seen you for so long, I didn't recognize you at first."
