Aspen Mckinney was now twenty-eight years of age. He had added five more years to his age. Time had passed too. In the past, the younger version of him only kept a small tuft of hair on his jaw. 

But right now, the older version already looked more handsome than he was with a line of well-carved beards running down both cheeks to meet at the jaw. 

Those caramel eyes of his seemed to have blossomed even better. His hair was ever-black and striking in rhythm with his fair and smooth skin type. 

His height seemed to have increased too. Yeah. It was always said the height increment was bound...