"The Young Lady has arrived!"
Upon hearing footsteps, Qingluo rushed forward to lift the beaded curtain.
Luo Feng also put down his teacup and stood up to look behind the curtain.
As for his cousin Yue Haitang, he had seen her portrait a few times already but never met her in person. This aroused his curiosity.
The footsteps gradually approached, and a graceful figure stepped out from within.
The young woman wore a flower-adorned dress, her black hair cascaded like a waterfall, adorned with a red hairpin. Her brows were like distant mountains capped with snow, her eyes like tranquil autumn pools. Every movement she made possessed a heart-stirring charm.
Seeing the young woman who emerged from behind the beaded curtain, Luo Feng was momentarily stunned. The young woman before him was undoubtedly the beauty from the paintings, yet in person, she was even more captivating, radiating an aura of ethereal grace.
