Silky long hair gently brushed against her fair and delicate skin.

Behind her, the sunlight was enveloped in a thin veil of gold, as if woven from gold threads, shimmering like scattered gold in Hang Sui Sui's hair.

Yin Huaizhu stood there, stunned.

The person before me was tall and slender, with skin as white as snow, lips as red as rouge, and eyes as deep and clear as a lake, sparkling with every glance.

It is as beautiful and delicate as a blooming flower.

When the light shone on her face, her skin appeared even more radiant and translucent, exuding a captivating glow.

At this moment, Yin Huaizhu even slowed her breathing a little.

The light green hem of her skirt swayed slightly at her feet as Hang Suisui lightly stepped onto the carpet and took a few steps forward.

Looking at Yin Huaizhu, who was staring intently at her, Hang Suisui tilted her head slightly.

She chuckled softly, "What? Don't you recognize me?"

Yin Huaizhu then came to his senses. He looked away slightly, a little awkwardly, and coughed lightly, saying, "How could this be... it was a bit of a surprise."

He paused, then looked at Hang Suisui again, his eyes still showing a hint of amazement: "You can always grow up?"

Hang Suisui knew what Yin Huaizhu wanted to ask.

She didn't mean to hide this from him.

Hang Suisui looked at Yin Huaizhu and gently shook her head: "I didn't have enough spiritual power before, so I couldn't maintain this form. It's only recently that I've been able to."

Now that she knew the other party was Lin Yu, and that the other party also knew her background.

Previously, I only thought that Yin Huaizhu liked children, but now I know that I was wrong.

So now there's no need to hide the fact that she can grow up anymore.

Yin Huaizhu nodded thoughtfully, her pale lips slightly pursed, and she did not speak again.

But deep down he had a feeling that he couldn't quite explain.

He had thought that Hang Suisui would always remain the same as when she was a child in front of him, but now she had suddenly grown up.

At this moment, Hang Suisui took a few more steps forward and walked up to Yin Huaizhu.

She tilted her head slightly to look into the eyes of the person opposite her, a hint of a smile in her eyes: "After all these years, don't you have anything else to say to me?"

Hang Suisui's bright eyes were fixed on Yin Huaizhu.

She leaned closer and chuckled softly, "Hmm? Lin Yu."

Yin Huaizhu's eyes flickered, and he lowered his eyes slightly to avoid Hang Suisui's gaze.

Yin Huaizhu remained silent for a moment but still did not speak.

Hang Suisui smiled.

She knew that judging from Yin Huaizhu's silence, he was still upset and angry.

After all, he had waited for so long, and when they finally met, the boy didn't even recognize him and had forgotten about him.

This was indeed her fault. Who would have thought that a single sentence she uttered to coax a child would be remembered by the other person for so long?

Judging from the extent of the plot's collapse and their interactions over this period, the person in front of me had their fate altered by a single sentence she uttered back then.

She knew it! The kitten she picked up grew up; how could it possibly become the paranoid, crazy character from the original script?

Look at her now, she hasn't gone astray at all, she's grown up to be so well-behaved!

No wonder the plot collapsed before it even started.

Hang Suisui's eyes were full of smiles. Suddenly, she raised her hand and gently touched Yin Huaizhu's cold, handsome cheek with her fingertips.

"Lin Yu, why are you still so frail?"

Yin Huaizhu suddenly looked up, his breath caught in his throat, and the unfamiliar warmth on his cheek made him tremble.

The person opposite was so close, their breath almost lingered around me.

Like a blazing flame, it burns the surrounding air, making one's heart race.

Yin Huaizhu stood there awkwardly, unsure of how to respond.

He was used to Hang Suisui's previous childlike appearance, even though he had already suspected it in his heart.

But when the young girl Hang Suisui suddenly stood in front of him, he felt inexplicably at a loss.

When Hang Suisui looked like a child, Yin Huaizhu could hold her in his arms and laugh with her without any restraint.

But now that Hang Suisui is in this state, even if Yin Huaizhu gets a little close to her, he seems to not know what to do with his hands and feet for a moment.

Yin Huaizhu pursed her lips, lowered her eyes, and remained silent.

Hang Suisui sighed silently in her heart.

Her temperament and personality are still the same.

Yin Huaizhu didn't speak, and Hang Suisui didn't force him.

I just thought I'd wait until he wanted to say it himself.

Hang Suisui took a step back and glanced at the sun that had already risen high outside the window.

He turned around and patted Yin Huaizhu on the shoulder: "Hurry up and get ready, come downstairs for dinner, I'm going first."

Yin Huaizhu raised her eyes and watched Hang Suisui turn and leave until the door closed again.

He slowly reached out, his slender fingers gently taking out the black wooden plaque from under the collar of his pajamas.

The fingertips caressed the carved patterns on it.

She lowered her eyes, looked at the wooden sign, and slightly curved her pale lips.

She said she was late...

So she did remember; she remembered what she had said back then.

I remember him too.

His fingertips traced the grain of the wooden plaque slowly, his lowered eyes gazing intently at it, a hint of indescribable tenderness in them.

Yin Huaizhu slowly held the wooden plaque in her hand and carefully placed it back under her collar, closest to her heart.

In the garden.

The clusters of peach blossoms slowly sprout tiny, tender green buds.

The branches, which were originally covered by pink petals, gradually revealed patches of fresh and emerald green.

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