In hindsight, it hadn’t been that long since he and Wu Meiying had seen each other. Almost one year had passed, which wasn’t a lot of time in the grand scheme of things, but so much had happened that, to Wu Jian, it felt like decades had gone by. And yet Wu Meiying looked no different now than she had when they last saw each other.
Her pale skin, shimmering in the light.
Her black hair like midnight.
Even her hesitant demeanor was the same as that night.
Wu Jian had so many thoughts racing through his head that he didn’t know what to do. Did he hug her? Should he? What about all the matters he had been considering? Was hugging her right now even appropriate after so much time had passed? Did he want to? He still hadn’t properly sorted out his feelings.
He shook his head. The least he could do was confront her honestly.
“Mei…”
He took a step forward.
She took one back.
“Mei…?”
“I…”