At this time, on the western horizon, a bright sunset had already broken through the clouds, casting a golden soft light upon the sea surface!
Under the pouring golden light, a motorboat, like a blade unsheathed, charged towards the incoming wall of water, heading straight for the setting sun hanging above the deep sea...
...
Inside Coburn Courtyard.
The servants had already begun preparing dinner in the kitchen.
In the front yard, where a cool breeze was blowing, by the green grass in the southeast corner under a ginkgo tree, Landon Brooke was sitting by a green jade stone table. In front of him was an easel with an unfinished painting on it.
At this moment, his slender and good-looking hand was holding a paintbrush, attentively painting on the paper.
He was painting the grapevine in the flowerbed at the distant corner of the wall.
