With every step she took, the hem of her dress fluttered like dance, and her figure seemed shrouded in a layer of mist, ethereal and stunningly serene.
"Clack clack clack," the sound of her footsteps seemed to tap directly on the hearts of the onlookers.
With every step she took, amidst the blazing lights, her features finally came into view.
Such mesmerizing beauty truly made one sigh in admiration: hands as soft as tender yams, skin as creamy as congealed milk, neck as graceful as a moth’s antenna, teeth as white as melon seeds, carrying the beauty of brows like crescent moons and a charming smile, her sparkling eyes enticing.
No, that was a beauty that even the most gorgeous of words could not describe.
Natural grace and charm, seizing all the romantic allure, a beauty that could topple cities, every aspect picture-perfect.
A touch of astonishment crossed the eyes of everyone at the same time: who was this young girl?
She came to a halt, standing elegantly in place, her bright eyes gently resting on Yun Shu atop the high platform, whose face was gradually turning pale, and with a tender smile, she said, "Grandma, I wanted to surprise you, so I sneaked back from abroad. You won’t blame me for taking the initiative, will you?"
This wasn’t a surprise; it was more of a shock.
Her gaze moved to Kang Jinxian, standing to the side with a face as if he had seen a ghost, and with a flowing smile that was truly captivating, she said, "Aunt Ah Xian, happy eighteenth birthday. Are you happy to see me? Luckily, I just made it in time. Otherwise, missing out on your coming-of-age ceremony would have been a lifelong regret." Her voice was soft and her demeanor playful and sprightly, which was pleasing to the eye and couldn’t help but bring a slight smile to the faces of onlookers.
Yun Ya followed the heads and locked eyes with Yun Shen, who was standing next to Kang Jinse. The smile on her lips deepened, those bright eyes becoming even more limpid.
"Dad, I’m back. In all those years abroad, there wasn’t a single day when I didn’t miss you."
She really did miss him so much—aching for his death—
Yun Shen kept his lips tightly closed, his eyes dark and deep as he looked at Yun Ya, the cold edge in them as chilling as the biting wind that makes one’s face ache.
Yet Yun Ya simply smiled tenderly, effortlessly dissipating that intense pressure.
Looking at the young girl, standing tall and slender like a heavenly fairy, Kang Jinxian felt a chill go through her limbs as if she had fallen into a bottomless abyss...
The girl she had encountered yesterday in the Chanel store, it turned out her guess had been right; she really was Ji Yunya. She hadn’t died. After ten years, she had come back—
How could it be— It had to be an illusion; it must be an illusion. She rubbed her eyes desperately, shaking her head; this had to be an illusion; Ji Yunya had died ten years ago.
However, when she opened her eyes again, she was met with a pair of deep, pitch-black eyes, brimming with a gentle smile. Although the smile appeared warmly tender and beautiful, her world was suddenly thunderstruck.
It was not an illusion—
The young man standing beside Ning Zijin suddenly widened his eyes, then a touch of amusement appeared in those clear depths: it really was her...
It was only then that people began to realize that this young girl was none other than Young Miss Ji, Ji Yunya, who even seemed more elegant and regal than her mother, who was known as the foremost socialite. Indeed worthy of being the daughter of the leading socialite, with such poise and such finesse, no one could compare...
Zhuang Xiyue at first couldn’t believe it, and then surveyed the girl’s face closely, her nose, her eyes...
"Yun Ya..." She called out and suddenly walked quickly towards Yun Ya, and in a moment, she was embracing her tightly.
Yan Ke clicked his tongue twice, turned his head to look at the young man with the frosty countenance, and couldn’t help but laugh, "Who would’ve thought that after ten years, we could still see Sister Yun Ya. Just as I imagined, a goddess-level beauty. Brother, why do you think Mom likes Sister Yun Ya so much? I always feel like there’s a crisis that Mom might be taken away..." Thɪs chapter is updated by novel·fiɾe·net
Yan Song pressed his lips together tightly, his gaze fixated on the white figure, and then somewhat annoyed, he lowered his head, his hands clenched tightly into fists, ignoring Yan Ke’s words completely.
Song Yiren never expected it would be the girl who had a confrontation with them in the Chanel store the day before. The world was really too small, and it seemed that Lady Yan had an unusual relationship with her, which made her feel somewhat suffocated.
"What the heck, how could it be this White Lotus? Damn it."
Yan Song suddenly glanced at her, his eyes filled with a lethal intensity as if he would rush over to snap her neck the next moment. Song Yiren subconsciously shrank her neck, her voice trembling as she spoke, "Yan... Ah Song, why are you looking at me like that?"
Yan Song curved his lips upward, his features instantly possessing a breathtaking, gorgeous charm, which mesmerized Song Yiren, even as he disdainfully withdrew his gaze.
This warm embrace, long absent, with the faint fragrance from her body, made Yun Ya feel a tinge of sorrow in her nose.