And this man, it turned out to be Yannis. Wasn't he supposed to be at the pub?
Cherish Turner looked at him in surprise, just two or three meters away from him. But Yannis seemed not to notice her, continuing to stare at the billboard. She couldn't help but wonder, what was on the billboard that made him show such an expression, completely different from his usual casual demeanor.
Cherish took a step forward and walked towards him.
It was a billboard over one meter tall, illuminated brightly by the lights.
On the billboard was a woman dressed in a white ballet skirt. Her figure was well-proportioned, slender, and very slim. The tip of her ballet shoes touched the ground, one hand extended and the other raised above her head. Her black hair was coiled up, and she wore
a princess crown, slightly tilting her head, exposing the graceful curve of her neck, her pose exquisite.
She had a beautiful, delicate face, as if a perfect masterpiece by God, dreamy.