As the evening lights began to glow, Su Lingzhi entered a music restaurant.
About an hour later, she finally gathered everyone, and Jiang Chenglin's figure unexpectedly appeared in her sight.
Zhuang Xiaoxi, who was sitting next to her, stood up with her and greeted everyone, "Uncle Su, Aunt Su, Mister Jiang."
Su Lingzhi snapped out of her thoughts and quickly invited them to sit down.
Du Qin was the first to react, surprised, "Zhizhi, your eyesight is back?"
"Yes," Su Lingzhi smiled, her gaze fixed on her mother, "I haven't seen you in two years, but you look just the same, not a bit different."
Her long, straight black hair cascaded over her shoulders, and a pair of silver-rimmed glasses rested on her nose, exuding a mix of rigor and gentleness. The clothes she was wearing, Su Lingzhi remembered personally designing and sewing them two years ago. She hadn't expected her mother to still keep them, despite their worn-out state.
