Looking again at Tristan Rowe across the table, charmingly smiling, Samuel Fisher suddenly felt dazed.
He unconsciously glanced down at his own well-fed belly, feeling both like he was in a different world and somewhat envious.
After all these years, he had long stepped into middle age, with years of smoking and drinking having hollowed out his body, leaving only a receding hairline and a big belly.
In contrast to Tristan... Samuel Fisher lowered his head in sentiment and sighed.
Tristan seemed to be the same young man who liked reading under the wisteria trellis; time hadn't left a mark on him, only honing his demeanor to be more mature and experienced.
"After all these years, you still look the same, so I recognized you at first sight."
Samuel Fisher is someone with good social skills, he asked, "How have you been in recent years? I was worried about you at that time, especially your situation with Yu..."
