Following Chuchu's inner voice, someone approached from the direction of the courtyard archway. Everyone’s gaze turned toward the arch simultaneously.
A man and a woman appeared. The woman was slight and frail, with skin so pale it suggested she rarely saw the sun. She sat in a wheelchair, yet this in no way diminished her beauty. If anything, her lack of health only added a fragile, ethereal grace to her appearance, reminiscent of a beauty clutching her heart in pain.
As for the man, he was tall, handsome, and impeccably dressed—the very embodiment of those ruthless CEOs from romance novels, the kind of man whose mere foot-tap could make the business world tremble. Now, this fantasy of countless young girls was gingerly pushing the wheelchair of the fragile beauty, moving slowly toward the group.
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