Chapter 87

It wasn't difficult to recognize him. He hadn't changed much, still tall and well-built, with a square, rugged face. Seven years ago, he wore a neatly pressed black coat, and seven years later, it was still a black coat. Even as he walked among the crowd, he exuded the kind of composure only a mature man possesses.

But there had been changes. Mu Hanxia watched as he bowed his head to light a cigarette, crossed the street, and walked toward her. A few strands of white had sprouted on his head, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were more pronounced. He also walked a bit slower, with a bland complexion, seemingly lacking the spirited vitality he had in his thirties.

The two were only a few meters apart now.

Just then, he took a drag on his cigarette, lifted his head, and his gaze calmly swept over her. Suddenly, his gaze stopped, returning to rest on her.

Separated by passersby, she sat while he stood.

Once, she had been a small sales clerk pushed into a corner by him.