Never connecting them before.
However, the brightness on the surface of this world always holds the shadow of darkness lurking beneath.
ThirdYoung Master Jun, after passing through the guards' inspection and high-tech scans, boarded the car sent by the Godfather and entered a spotlessly white sea of gardenia flowers.
On this small island, many flowers were planted, but they were all white. It appeared just like a draw of a virgin ocean.
"Those who are more wicked, prefer the pure white all the more." He reached out his hand, picked a white flower sticking out from the car window, and gently sniffed it, then, with a cold expression, crushed it. The fragrant juice slid down his fingers, he flicked his hand tossing it away, "Because they always want to destroy and tarnish."
About half an hour's drive away, at the west end of the winding road, stood a grey and white building that looked less like a villa and more like a gothic church.
