It was early spring, with its fleeting warmth and lingering chill.
She wore a gorgeous chiffon dress under a high-quality overcoat, paired with ankle boots and a chain-strap bag with a cartoon charm. Her stylist had called it the height of fashion. With her makeup done to perfection, Xin Huohuo was quite satisfied, judging by the number of heads she turned on the street. In fact, in Bei Mingyuan's eyes, she was even more captivating. Perhaps it was because she had begun to cultivate, or perhaps because she was radiating the glow of love, but she was exceptionally beautiful.
She was like a blank sheet of paper—ordinary, perhaps—but her feelings and affections were like an inspired brush. As they painted upon her, they created a landscape of infinite beauty, full of promise.
"Let's go." She extended her hand, meeting Bei Mingyuan's dazzled gaze.
Bei Mingyuan froze.
