Qiao Xiguan had just lifted her foot, now exposing her thighs as she prepared to climb, one hand still clutching a vine. She turned her head to look at the man in a military green trench coat, his tall figure estimated to be only about 2 meters away from her. His arms were crossed, and his expression was obscured by backlight, but she always felt he was smiling, always felt that the evening breeze in France had also become gentle with his smile.
Damn it, still so handsome.
Qiao Xiguan put down her leg, patted her clothes, and dragged her long dress across the green lawn.
She thought that if nothing had happened, she would also be wearing this dress, walking across the lawn in Shanghai, heading towards another man.
She stopped in front of him, tossed her high heels aside, and being originally 20 centimeters shorter than him, without the high heels, she had to strain to look up at him, at his familiar face which seemed a bit thinner, and his lips appeared a little pale.
