Eternal Botanical Garden.
In the cold morning light, the sunrays slanted across the surface of one greenhouse after another, reflecting a faint golden hue.
Li Chengyi gently covered a white chrysanthemum with soil and watered it with nutrient solution.
He had now come to understand why white chrysanthemums had sold so well recently.
It was because there were too many deaths.
No matter how righteous and grandiose Utopia's slogans were, there was one fact it couldn't change.
They had brought death.
Moreover, it was a kind of death that most of the population was unwilling to accept.
If it were times of chaos, it might have been tolerable, but for a stable country like Yi Country to carry out such terror attacks was truly reckless for the sake of one's own ambitions.
Coming back to his senses.
Li Chengyi straightened his body gently and turned to look behind him.
