The sky was somewhat gloomy, with thick clouds obscuring the figure of the sun.
The bluish-white light filtered through the balcony, falling on the large desk, but it did not bring a trace of warmth.
Zheng Qing pulled out a silver pocket watch from his bosom and gently operated the crown of the watch.
This was a twelfth birthday gift from Mr. Wu, and he had always cherished it.
Even though six years had passed, time had not left a single trace on the case of the watch.
'Click.'
The exquisitely engraved case popped open lightly, revealing a dial engraved with intricate scales.
The second hand ticked inside, while the hour and minute hands opened to a graceful angle to the left.
It was now seven-fifty in the morning.
He still had over an hour before the time he was supposed to meet Jiang Yu.
On the desk, Xiao Xiao kept stirring the cup of liquid in which the clump of black hair had soaked, creating whirlwinds of varying sizes.
