Ling Chuxia took a breath, suppressing the sourness that welled up in her nose, and her feet involuntarily quickened as she made her way to the place they had agreed upon.
They had agreed to meet in front of a large billboard at the airport. As Ling Chuxia walked toward it, she saw many people standing there, but she still spotted Ling Yunshu in an instant.
She was standing sideways to her, slender and graceful, wearing a white long dress. Her black hair hung straight down her back, and she stood there quietly, her pale face gentle and delicate. At first glance, it truly resembled a painting.
In that moment, Ling Chuxia felt as if the three years had never passed, as if she were the same as she had been three years ago, beautiful, serene, noble, a goddess.
