As the big shots from all sides left the scene one after another, Lin An's witchcraft was also being gradually constructed.
Home, a magical concept.
Here, Lin An could feel the wonderful harmony of his body, mind, and spirituality. It was a uniquely comforting sense of security, yes, this place provided each person who considered it home with a unique state of 'peace of mind.'
The drizzle began to flutter down at some indeterminate time.
Landing on the face, it felt cool and icy.
The forest that had been destroyed seemed to be healing itself. Perhaps, by next year, new trees, vines, and flowers would grow here.
Everyone bathed in the drizzle, happiness blossomed on their faces.
Lin An, the young boss, Chen Shuyun, the old accountant, Lottery, Caidai, Caicai, Chen Jie, Chen Shen (the detective siblings).
Even including the head that had always been there on the side.
