Li Mengyao, now a junior in college, possessed an exceptional grace. Her bewitching charm was laced with an endearing, almost pitiable devotion, perfectly embodying the "innocent yet seductive" aesthetic.
"Yu Fei, when did you get back? What happened to you?"
The man she idolized seemed to literally be glowing. His facial features were the same, but now they were perfectly harmonious. The crucial part was his otherworldly aura and the mysterious sigil on his forehead, which emanated an air of majesty.
"You've changed!"
Li Mengyao lunged forward, and he caught her in his embrace as they both tumbled into the water.
Feeling the familiar warmth and softness in his arms, Yu Fei asked, bewildered, "How have I changed?"
Water droplets clung to Li Mengyao's face, her eyes filled with an irrepressible love.
"You got even more handsome, more than ever before!"
"Is that so? Then do you want to…"
