Huang Xiaojue felt suffocated in the embrace. "Mom, I'm a grown man."
Huang's mother was unimpressed. "Son, even if you live to be a hundred, in a mother's eyes, you'll always be a child."
"Mom, we have guests," Huang Xiaojue said. "Right, let me introduce you. This is Yan Xixi, the one I've often mentioned to you. Xixi, come on in..."
Only then did Huang's mother's gaze fall upon Yan Xixi's face, though her hand still tightly clutched her son's. She looked Xixi up and down. She'd never seen such a simple yet incredibly beautiful girl before. Xixi wore a slightly worn jacket and jeans. She was tall and slender, with a fair, oval face like jade, and a pair of large eyes resembling cold stars.
This girl was truly excessively beautiful, yet her expression held an air of sorrow and hardship, lacking the look of someone blessed by fortune.
She exclaimed, "So this is Xixi? Such a beautiful girl! No wonder Xiaojue talks about you to us all day long..."
