The office was filled with a mysterious light and shadow, and An Cheng, usually regal and aloof, was wearing a white shirt and blue skirt that resembled a high school uniform today. Her hair was adorned with straight black strands.
Her face was paler than ever, even without lipstick.
An Cheng suddenly looked up from the morning light mist, her gaze pure and almost transparent, washing away her previous sharpness, a softness and fragility silently rose, piercing directly into Tang Yanxi's heart.
This An Cheng was entirely new to him.
Unlike the 30-year-old An Cheng, she resembled the 16-year-old her back in high school.
As if time had reversed, the world quickly retreated, transformed through time, returning to its original simplicity.
