By the time that Yu Jian realized that the feeling on his heart wasn't as simple as a pure and young crush nor a mere one-time attraction toward opposite gender, it had been a year. Time had passed by without them realizing it. He had grown taller. His height spurted out like bamboo shoot last month until he was two heads taller than her.
His eyebrows grew stern with fierceness between his eyes. The baby fat on his face was diminishing, gradually showing the chiseled and sharp jaw belonging to that of a man. The most prominent thing was how his voice changed.
From the crisp and child-like voice to a much more lower, deeper and throaty voice that seemed to come from within his chest.
She discovered once again one thing that she liked about him; his laugh. Especially when he lowered his head to gaze at her with smile within his eyes, and then, as if he was helpless to endure it, he would occasionally let out a soft chuckle.