Perched atop the hill, the city sprawled beneath them, a sprawling tapestry of twinkling lights. A sleek black Rolls Royce nestled discreetly behind them as two figures occupied the front seats, wrapped in a cozy blanket, their eyes fixed on the dazzling cityscape.
[Host, have you turned vegetarian?]
Zhang Wei's response carried a hint of mystery, 'Depends on the mood...'
The system, after scrutinizing the scene, unveiled a revelation: Zhang Wei's mood could sway the destinies of those in his proximity—an unfair power bestowed upon him by existence itself. Why should he be blamed for a reality so inherently biased?
A sharp gasp escaped Zhou Jiajia's lips. Inhaling deeply, her face exuded an icy calm as she surveyed the sprawling city.
"It's not that bad of a gift," she whispered to herself, fingers tracing the delicate details of the present. Its sentimental value outshone any material possession she had ever received.
