Zou Xiaoling looked over and saw a young man standing there, backpack slung over one shoulder and a travel bag in hand, watching them.
With a height of around 178 or 179 centimeters, sporting shoulder-length hair, wearing corduroy trousers and a white pullover sweater, his features were handsome. He seemed as bright as a ray of sunshine, instantly making the courtyard seem all the more drab by contrast.
She was stunned.
Who was this man?
The object of her dreams had been just like this.
Handsome, stylish, and with a neat appearance.
She felt a sudden dreariness, fearing her own image was too unappealing, giving him an utterly dreadful impression, and hastily lowered her head.
Yet Ho Laidi had already started exclaiming exaggeratedly, "Oh my heavens, look who this is! Isn't this our Yuequn? Oh my, his father, hurry out to welcome our dear youngest son!"
