The weather on the day of discharge from the hospital was not considered good for most people.
A gloomy sky, drizzled with a layer of fine spring rain.
Like silk, the rain was light and delicate, without the pitter-patter sound, more like a mist, enshrouding the grandiose Krent City.
Arabella Vanderbilt liked the rain for too many reasons that she couldn't describe.
But standing at the hospital entrance at this moment, she looked at the persistent figure with an umbrella through the hazed rain, and a clear reason secretly added itself to her heart.
The uninterrupted drizzle fell upon the naturally smooth lines of the car body, the black car displaying its depth and prestige through the haze.
Joel Russo stood by the car with an umbrella, indifferent, his tall figure visible from a distance, his perfectly handsome features outlined by his gaze.
An innate air of nobility extended a cold and aloof solitude around him, invisibly exuding an immense oppressive force.
