At the entrance of the barbecue restaurant across the street, a tall man was fiddling with the barbecue grill skillfully.
His muscles were tight, the contours of his side face are smooth and good-looking. Next to him sat a girl drinking milk tea and the two of them were chatting intermittently.
The man occasionally looked up at the girl, his eyes emitting a gentle smile with infinite indulgence.
The blood in my body froze, my back felt numb and my mind went blank.
Just staring fixedly at the man in front of me, my best friend called me several times but I did not hear her.
I had been with Christian for nine years, I would recognize him even if he turned into ashes.
But compared to Christian in my memory three years ago, his skin looked darker, becoming a distinct bronze color and his face had a cold and stern aura.
I could not help but move forward, never taking my eyes off of him.
It was not until he raised his hand to rub the girl's hair that I saw him wearing a red thin bracelet on his wrist ....
"Chris ... Christian!"
I felt like I had lost my soul and before I could walk over, Margareth stopped me from behind.