The car door opens.
A white swan appeared before him.
As always, she held her head high with pride, striding forward without bothering to watch where she stepped, as if nothing mattered in her sight.
However, the excited look in her beautiful eyes was not easy to conceal when she looked at him.
She had missed this ragpicker too much after not seeing him for many days.
He, on the other hand, was taken slightly aback. His white swan, dressed in a light-white professional suit, seemed like a sacred snow lotus blooming in the wind in winter.
Her face was refined, elegant, and calm, like a plum blossom in the cold winter, pure as the snow lotus in a snowy region.
Indeed, her beauty couldn't be simply described by terms like "national beauty" or "city-toppling"; it's a radiant beauty that penetrated into the marrow, which can only be appreciated and felt.
There was an illusion: She seemed like a fairy descending from heaven!
It was dreamlike.
"Yueqing, you are here."