Night fell over Yangcheng International Airport.
After a long wait, Han Xinyue finally saw the woman she had been yearning for.
"Master!"
As the young woman in a white Hanfu dress appeared, Han Xinyue broke into a trot, her high heels clacking against the floor as she rushed to meet her. At the same time, the surrounding passersby couldn't help but cast stunned gazes at the woman in white.
"Oh my god… Is she a fairy descended from the heavens?"
"She's so ethereal!"
"Her beauty is unreal!"
"Is that a starlet from some film crew shooting a historical drama?"
The woman in the white dress remained expressionless, as if in a world of her own, completely indifferent to the gazes of the ordinary people around her. Her cold, clear eyes held a hint of disgust as she walked straight toward Han Xinyue.
Before long, the woman in white followed Han Xinyue out of the airport and into a lavish van.
