Reinitz didn't speak for a while.
The Taj Mahal stood in front of them.
Under the blue sky and white clouds, the white buildings appeared spotless, like a heavenly garden of extraordinary beauty.
Five hundred years ago, an emperor's passion for his lover was all poured out into this mausoleum.
Unlike other well-known buildings in the world, the Taj Mahal was created out of love, and the pain and regret of not being able to be together were embodied in its quiet beauty.
Reinitz sighed a little and tugging the corners of his mouth, he smiled. "...Why? What do you think?"
He gave Gu Nianzhi a side glance and saw that her alluring eyes were full of alarm and suspicion. He couldn't help feeling bitter inside, but there was nothing he could do about it.
He had his responsibilities, ideals, and ambitions.
