It was five o'clock in the morning, and the early spring morning in the imperial capital still felt chilly. The sky was a pastel blue, and in the distance, it seemed like an oil painting palette, full of vibrant hues and colors—orange, light blue, bright purple, scarlet, all kinds of plump colors mixed together. It was like Monet's abstract painting, waiting for the rising sun in the east to come out and sprinkle thousands of golden lights upon it.
Gu Nianzhi wore a pair of black LV short military boots, tailored black wool cropped trousers, an oversized collared white Egyptian cotton shirt, and a distressed dark army green bomber jacket. She looked edgy and ready for combat. Her long hair was tied into a ponytail, revealing her forehead, and she was wearing a large pair of aviator sunglasses.
