C1197 Barely Acceptable

Shen Ruyu stood before us, a vision of beauty that had only deepened in the half-year since I'd last seen her. She had grown another two centimeters, her long legs casting a striking silhouette in the sunlight. Perhaps it was the weight of her longing for Han Xiao, but her youthful face, at just nineteen, bore a melancholy that seemed beyond her years