Bei Sangyun and Fei Chuan walked the red carpet, unfazed by the flashes of cameras and the commotion among the reporters. They resembled celestial beings, gracing the banquet with their presence, each exuding a unique temperament.
At the entrance, onlookers gawked at them in speechless admiration as the couple proceeded to their designated seats without obstruction. No one dared to block their way, fearing an unfavorable comparison—like dung next to a flower.
When the pair finally distanced themselves from the crowd, someone couldn't hold back and uttered hoarsely, "T-that's the tyrant, right? I thought a goddess descended for a moment." The speaker patted his chest to calm his rapidly beating heart. As the tyrant passed by, he held his breath, marveling at her beauty.
