This must be the first love.
Tang Song's lips were tightly pursed, his gaze fixated dazedly on that familiar yet somewhat unfamiliar back.
A white cotton T-shirt, gray sweatpants, white sneakers, a black backpack.
She had indeed changed a lot.
Her demeanor, her eyes, her attire, her hairstyle, her physique, her skin…
So different from the her in his memory.
The most striking difference was her aura; she had matured a great deal.
She was the quintessential baby-faced beauty with a voluptuous figure, her slightly round oval face was adorable, and her eyes turned into tiny crescent moons whenever she smiled.
However, during this meeting, there was no trace of a smile on her face, nor the exuberance from 2016 he remembered; instead, it was replaced with more plainness and fatigue.
But no matter how many differences there were, they were automatically ignored in Tang Song's eyes.
All he saw was her.
