The midday sun spilled across the street like liquid gold, warming the cobblestones beneath Feng Jiao Xue's feet. Yet she felt none of it.
Her breath caught.
Her heart skipped.
Her whole body froze as though she'd been pierced by invisible qi.
That voice. That face. Those eyes.
She turned around slowly, her fingers tightening around the edge of her sleeve.
He stood with sunlight at his back, casting a gentle glow around him as if heaven itself had chosen to soften his silhouette. Tousled chestnut brown hair, soft with that same boyish charm. The familiar glint of mischief in his gentle blue eyes. Round glasses slightly askew on the bridge of his nose. The white sanctunimous robe delicately embroidered with golden threads made him looks pure, as if he doesn't belong in this dirty, crime riddled city, nor at the broken path, rowdy place, and simple place.
