"No need to say it, sitting in such a fine carriage, even the maid's attire is better than ours, the master must be a well-bred young lady..."
Xiao Qinghe, seated in a wheelchair at a corner outside the courtyard, was admiring the pastoral landscape not far away.
He had also noticed that unfamiliar carriage.
Clearly, the carriage was heading towards his home.
When he saw the woman in purple get off the carriage after the maid, he was instantly captivated.
Her skin was fair, her long hair flowed like a waterfall, and her slender figure was elegantly accentuated by her purple attire. With her luxurious garments shining vividly, her beautiful features were dazzling.
Although she couldn't be described as a ravishing beauty, she was the most beautiful woman Xiao Qinghe had ever seen.
Tao Meijiao's gaze also fell on the young man sitting in the wheelchair not far away.