She stood up and left without looking back.
The car stopped at the most prestigious villa area in Jiangzhou. Before long, a man and a woman emerged from the community, arm in arm.
The man was middle-aged but still had a straight figure and handsome face, exuding a refined elegance honed by years. He was strikingly eye-catching.
The woman beside him was about thirty-seven or thirty-eight, wearing a loose cotton dress, with a noticeably pregnant belly. Her willow-like eyebrows and delicate nose carried the elegance and grace of a Jiangnan woman.
The man's hand rested on the woman's waist, holding her protectively in his arms. Each of his steps matched hers, unconsciously revealing his tender love for her.
The two walked slowly through the night, arm in arm, their presence warming the heart. Perhaps this is what love is like.
