The person who arrived was Su Yueyi.
The Su Yueyi who followed her father, Fang Zaitian, back to Hong Kong.
Seeing Su Yueyi, as if a fairy from a painting, like a gentle spring breeze, walking lightly towards him, Ye Tianfan was stunned.
Su Yueyi was dressed in a red cheongsam, with a large golden peony intricately embroidered with gold thread, appearing almost three-dimensional, blooming exceptionally bright.
Her face, exquisite as if carved from snow and jade, with eyes like the stars in the night sky, deep and clear, yet flickering with a gentle warmth, at first glance appeared cold and aloof, but on closer inspection, was full of infinite tenderness, stirring countless imaginings.
At this moment, as they met eyes, Ye Tianfan couldn't help but have his heart sway. Su Yueyi's gaze seemed to have the power to capture the soul, cold with a touch of warmth, beautiful yet noble, enchanting without losing classiness, cool without losing elegance.
