Late August.
The tail end of summer, with the onset of autumn.
In the living room, a tall girl stood at the doorstep, holding a suitcase.
"Xu Zhou, are you ready? We're going to miss the plane." The girl's voice was cold and clear.
"Got it." Xu Zhou replied while still packing his luggage.
A month had passed, and Li Ruoxi had become even more beautiful, her already delicate features growing more striking.
She gently turned her head, and beneath her swan-like neck, two white clavicles stood out instantly. Below was an astonishingly high arc, forming a graceful curve that quickly descended.
Below the black dress, a white slender calf was exposed.
She stood there, gracefully poised, like a stunning landscape painting, even overshadowing the background.
After a moment, Xu Zhou finally finished packing and walked out of the living room.
"Little Zhou, Xiao Xi."
Xu Tianhai and Li Yanping followed them out.
