Jethro blinked several times as if every blink would change whatever was in front of him right now.
He couldn’t be wrong. This is indeed Topaz.
Only she was older. She was the same, but she was different at the same time.
She still had those long beautiful locks, her skin peach in color.
But she was very different from the Topaz that Jethro remembered.
Her cheeks were plumper, she looks healthy. The dark under eyes that she had back then left no trace.
Topaz was healthy.
Or was even this Topaz.
“I am sorry,” it was Topaz who said something first. Her eyes seem awkward, unfamiliar with him or maybe the situation they are in.
Jethro finally returned to his senses and got up, one knee on the floor, helping Topaz up.
“Sorry, I was not looking. Are you alright? Does it hurt anywher
