The wind, brushing past the face, is quite refreshing.
Ye Hanjun gazes at the empty rooftop. After a slight pause in his steps, he walks to the edge and looks into the distance.
The weather is good today.
Laid-back clouds, brilliant sunshine, it might have been a nice memory if he was in the mood to stroll around the market.
Ye Hanjun quietly watches, watches.
This is the highest building in the Canghai Pavilion, the Shuiyue Tower. From this position, one can overlook more than half of the Canghai Pavilion. The view is unparalleled.
Old Du certainly has a taste for luxury.
Ye Hanjun smiles a little.
As the wind blows, his mind becomes ever more calm, as if all his restraints have been lifted, making him feel completely at ease.
"Old Pan, someone's here, make an opening, will you?"
Du Yuanjia shouted, and on the spotless ground, a hazy mist suddenly appeared.
Behind the mist, as if there was a new world concealed.
