There was only an hour left until her birthday ended.
Xia Nuo walked down the street wrapped in thick fur, feeling unbearably empty inside.
The street she rented was very quiet, with good greenery and security. There were no other pedestrians; she only heard the clicking sound of her boot heels on the road.
Click, click—
A sudden footstep echoed ahead.
A tall figure cast a shadow at her feet; Xia Nuo stopped in her tracks, a little afraid to look up.
The other person stood a few steps away, not moving either.
She stared hard at the shadow on the ground, mustering a lot of strength to finally look up.
They say time is a butcher's knife, but Xia Nuo felt time was a sculptor's tool.
The boy she hadn't seen in years was now a head taller than her, with features growing more mature and profound, a strong and perfect physique, even more lethally attractive than before.
Today she turned 23, and he had turned eighteen.
