The fine rain falls in the night, and Su Mo sits quietly in a café on Xueyue Road in the High-Tech Park, staring out at the night view through the window.
Raindrops gently bounce on the glass window, and the soft streetlights shine in, casting delicate light patterns on the tabletop.
The barista meticulously prepares the drinks, with a constant fragrant aroma wafting through the air, weaving a soothing and tranquil atmosphere.
The hour hand passes 7 PM, and the door opens.
Seeing that long-unseen figure approaching, a faint, indescribable thrill arises in Su Mo's heart, suddenly feeling like a lifetime has passed.
The dim light from outside outlines Nuobai's features, showing her exquisite profile. She wears a simple, elegant dress, and her snowy white skin resembles delicate jade porcelain.
Unlike before, she wears fine-framed glasses on her face, and her hair, which hangs down on her shoulders, is not pure white but black, gently swaying with her steps.
