Xiao Meier is becoming more charming by the day.
Standing there, she looks like a living painting.
Her pearl-white Chanel tweed dress complements her skin perfectly.
Her lips slightly parted, effortlessly enchanting.
The femininity that radiates from within her is not just due to her attire; it's also an inherent beauty she carries.
She gazes at the "Arrivals" gate, waiting for the person she's been longing to see.
Soon, Chen Cheng emerges, pulling his luggage along.
Xiao Meier's nerves, tense for days, finally relaxed.
Her radiant smile was like the first time they met.
"Husband~!" Xiao Meier called out joyfully, waving her hands.
Chen Cheng, seeing that familiar smile, felt a warm surge in his heart.
He gripped his luggage tighter and hastened his steps.
Three days apart, and Xiao Meier only seemed clearer in his heart.
It was as if in the bustling Daxing Airport, she was the only vivid color present.
"I told you there's no need to pick me up."
