Jing Yao had practiced this scene many times and found the feeling over and over again. 17-year-old Xiaokui and 27-year-old Xiaokui. 10 years were enough to make a person change drastically.
Jing Yao lowered her head slightly. When she looked up again, the feeling she gave off had changed.
Her clothes and appearance did not change, but she seemed to have aged a few years in an instant. She would no longer look at others purely.
Chen Xin looked at Jing Yao in a daze. In this scene, Xiaokui was drinking with her friends on the rooftop, chatting and laughing with others with ease.
However, when she stood alone by the rooftop, she seemed to have become the Xiaokui who looked out of place in this city when she first arrived.
Her ears were filled with laughter and the sound of glasses clinking, but her heart was a desert. There was not a single blade of grass, only the cold wind.