Happy? Do you really think so?

Yun Meiyi didn't speak, nor did she turn. Standing there she just seemed aloof once again. The man's brows jutted together in confusion. He was holding a jute tote bag in his hands and just with a look at him, one could tell that he had come back home after working hard all day. The sweat beads on his forehead were evidence of it.

Feeling something amiss in the silence of the girl, Dai Yutao stepped forward to stand in front of her. His face held a smile but the moment he looked at Yun Meiyi his expression froze. 

She might have grown to become a beautiful posh lady of the society in the city, but he could still see the known innocence in her rare eyes. Over the years, nothing changed in those pairs, except now, there was some hints of resentment laced in it. The resentment that was surely directed towards them, towards him.