More than five years had passed, and he was no longer the man she remembered... Time, for women, was like poison, but for men, it was akin to honey.
Five years ago, he had been naive and tender, like many young men studying abroad, refined yet exuding an indescribable frailty, trustworthy yet unreliable.
Five years later, he had matured and become handsome, replaced by a steely, irresistible charm of a true man, undaunted even after being locked up for half a month, without a hint of despair or defeat.
He sat there, his posture erect, his profile sharp and perfectly sculpted like it was chiseled by a knife and ax. How had she failed to discover and cherish such a treasure before?
"Mimi..." her voice so trembling that she could hardly recognize it, and inexplicably, tears rolled down her cheeks like loose pearls, soaking her neck and dampening her collar.
