1014 C, the God of Gaming (1)

Ten years later.

The plane drew a long trail across the sky.

At the San Francisco International Airport.

Cheryl slowly walked out of the airport with an extra-large 32-inch pink suitcase.

The sixteen-year-old girl had pretty and delicate facial features and did not have any makeup on her flawless and tender skin. Her hair was up in a half-bun, and she wore a white dress cinched at the waist. She looked just like a fairy, causing people all around to look at her.

There were even people who thought that she must be a celebrity of some sort.

Cheryl was already accustomed to the way people looked at her.

She was simply too good-looking. She and her brothers were always the center of attention wherever they went. There was nothing they could do about it.

She let out a quiet sigh and then picked up her cell phone to see that there were already a few messages in the family group chat.

Justin: 'Are you there yet?'