The afternoon sunlight filtered through the leaves, sprinkling the forest with specks of gold. Above the treetops, a flock of unidentified birds chased each other playfully, their chirps filling the air with a jovial refrain.
Sitting on a stone bench in the forest, Chen Fan watched the airborne chase, his expression entirely back to normal.
Despite his post-battle psychological condition exploding more violently this time than any other, just as Daphne had said, he had improved considerably. The symptoms appeared fast and disappeared just as quickly.
Of course, he was well aware that if it hadn't been for Daphne's timely appearance, he wouldn't have been able to suppress his condition on the podium.
"Mr. Chen, Miss Daphne has returned," reported Dumb, who was responsible for Chen Fan's safety. After receiving notice from the security men near the villa, he hesitated for a moment before deciding to convey the news to Chen Fan.
