Tang Mulin felt she must still be in the dreams.
Otherwise, why did the man standing at the door look so much like Chu Jinnian?
But he was clearly not Chu Jinnian.
Chu Jinnian never wore light-colored clothes.
His suits, shirts, and coats were mostly black and gray.
And Chu Jinnian hardly ever smiled.
In front of others, he was cold and gloomy, like a dark cloud in a clear sky.
Only when he was with her did his eyes hold a faint smile, and he would look at her with an indulgent smile, calling her "Sugar" in a gentle and considerate way.
His deep and magnetic voice, always along with the smile on his face, floated into her heart like feathers.
At this moment, the young man standing outside the door was wearing a beige loungewear.
On his nose was a pair of gold-rimmed glasses with thin frames.
Under the bright lenses, his eyes were full of bright, warm smiles, making his handsome face even more luminous.
The man held a piece of cake in his hand.
