A black Santana drove through the aisle between two equestrian fields and stopped in the parking lot.
Liu Yuerong was just leading her horse over when she saw her boyfriend staring straight at something.
She followed his gaze.
In the bright sunlight, a girl in white just got out of the car, her dress ethereal and elegant, holy and immortal.
The girl's figure was slender and tall, and even her distant silhouette exuded endless softness and charm.
The girl brushed her skirt lightly with her hand, making a simple movement seem incredibly elegant and noble.
Then she turned around and left under the respectful guidance of the waiter.
Until her figure disappeared, Peng Jie was still a little stupefied.
A hint of jealousy flashed through Liu Yuerong's eyes, and she waved her hand in front of Peng Jie: "Is she beautiful?"
"Beautiful..." Realizing he said the wrong thing, Peng Jie quickly changed his tune: "Not beautiful, nowhere near as beautiful as you."
