May in Beijing is when the temperature is just right.
In the airport, everywhere are travelers bustling about, dragging their luggage.
Chu Qi, wearing a modified Chinese cheongsam, walked leisurely toward the exit, towing her suitcase.
Her stunning appearance and graceful figure formed an eye-catching sight amid the busy surroundings.
Some men were itching to come forward and ask for her contact details, but with an inadvertent flick of her waist-length hair, she revealed the ring on the ring finger of her left hand.
Outside the airport, at a spot where private cars were allowed to stop, a black sedan sat quietly.
A man with a tall stature and handsome features stood beside the car. He appeared to be in his twenties but lacked the youthful vitality one would expect, his cold demeanor deterring people at first glance.
However, Chu Qi approached him naturally and, taking advantage of his momentary distraction, tiptoed to drape an arm over his shoulder.