Meng Yue felt bitterly.
At her age, tastes and preferences, once formed, were unlikely to change easily.
She just didn't want to show too much of her old self in front of her.
Over a decade had passed, and Meng Yue's heart couldn't let go.
She knew Zhao Siyan's heart couldn't let go either.
When Zhao Siyan noticed she hadn't spoken, she called over a waiter to order, then picked up the coffee spoon next to her and gently stirred the foam in the cup, "How long has it been since we last saw each other?"
"Over a decade, I guess."
"It's been nineteen years, nine months, and seventeen days, 6,856 days," Zhao Siyan softly smiled.
The sunlight outside streamed in, illuminating her young, beautiful face, and Meng Yue hurriedly looked down.
She dared not face her.
