Crystalline teardrops traced the cheeks, falling upon the cheongsam, blending with the spilled tea.
For some reason, when Lin Hai saw Beauty Tao in tears, his heart quivered violently.
As if the teardrops were a key, when they fell, they unlocked Lin Hai's long-sealed memory chest.
The past surged like a breached valve, bit by bit flooding Lin Hai's brain, appearing vividly before his eyes.
Lin Hai inhaled deeply. The cold and indifferent tone he had used earlier, even laced with sarcasm, was actually an attempt to maintain distance from Mayor Tao.
After all, it had been seven years without seeing each other, and she was a full six years his senior.
Upon reflection, that year he was nineteen and she was twenty-five, their first encounter was by chance in the Military District courtyard...