When Leng Xianghui saw the bodyguards and servants escorting two people out, she was so stunned that she stood rooted to the ground. She forgot to think or react.
She looked at the noble man and woman in the middle and felt that they seemed to have walked out of a painting, out of this world, as if they were not tainted by the fireworks of the world.
It was like a banished immortal descending to the mortal world.
It was also at this moment that Leng Xianghui finally understood what it meant to be truly picturesque.
Leng Xianghui even thought that she had come to a place where Immortals lived. There were birds chirping and flowers everywhere, as if it was a Fairyland.
Leng Xianghui's eyes were wide open and she had really forgotten to think.
