The Peak
Lily stared at the hues of green in her eyes. She watched as the trees danced, choreographed by the warm wind of an early summer morning. It wasn't even eight in the morning and Lily could already feel the heat tingle against her skin.
"August is coming." She uttered. "The rain will come soon." August in Hong Kong is known to have at least two or three typhoons. Lily used to have a problem with rains. However now, she is actually excited to spend her time languidly lying in her king-size bed with Zhou Jingren as they listen to the rain outside of the mansion.
"How is London?" Lily turned towards Cathy who was sitting at the wrought-iron chair opposite her.
"As usual." Cathy shrugged as she sipped her coffee. She turned towards the view outside of the terraces. "This is an exquisite spot."
"Hmmm. I liked the view the most." Lily answered, she took one croissant and put it on her plate. "George is recovering pretty well."
