Their eyes met, the air was tranquil.
Xia Ziqi's hair, black as ink, cascaded over her shoulders like a waterfall, her face as exquisite as jade, adorned with a mild and soft smile, her delicate features fair and beautiful.
She wore a blue short-sleeved maxi dress that revealed her alabaster arms and outlined her serpentine, smooth figure. She carried an allure of mystifying maturity; even after such a long time, her charisma was even more captivating, irresistibly so.
A women's bag hung on her right arm, exuding the charm of a successful woman discerning and virtuous.
"Fang Yi," Xia Ziqi spoke first and then walked over.
"Ziqi," Fang Yi smiled and said, "It's been a long time, you've become even more beautiful."
A shy blush spread across Xia Ziqi's cheeks, as she modestly lowered her head: "You..."
Fang Yi quickly asked, "What about me?"
"You... you've become more handsome."
Fang Yi looked puzzled: "What did you say? I didn't catch that."
