The sun hung high in the sky as the private car smoothly glided down the road toward Cai Li's family mansion.
Chaoxiang sat beside her in the backseat, the anticipation of meeting her parents sending a rush of nerves through his veins. He glanced at Cai Li, who appeared composed but undoubtedly anxious.
Cai Li's family mansion came into view, a grand structure surrounded by lush gardens and guarded by intricately designed wrought iron gates. The sheer opulence of the place was overwhelming.
It was a stark contrast to the simplicity of her life in the city, and Chaoxiang couldn't help but feel the weight of the world on his shoulders. He admired Cai Li's graceful demeanor, her humility, and her ability to find beauty in the simple things, even amidst such extravagance.
