As the beautiful figure approached the woman in the long dress, she handed her the flowers and said, "Hao asked me to bring these over, wishing you a happy birthday."
"Hao?" The tall woman in the white long dress asked in confusion as she looked at the woman delivering the flowers, unable to see who it was because the flowers blocked the woman's face.
When the bouquet slowly moved away, revealing the woman's face, she was momentarily stunned. The woman holding the flowers was breathtakingly beautiful, a beauty that was mature and alluring, yet pure—a paradoxical phenomenon.
The small hands holding the flowers were fair and delicate, her cheeks flushed with redness, and her long black hair casually draped over her shoulders.
"You... are you Lin Ruyu?" The woman in the white long dress had some knowledge about the women around Ye Hao and knew he had several exceptionally beautiful women by his side, each with her own charm.
