Gu Xiaowei stood under the hidden cypress trees behind the square, a relatively high vantage point that allowed her to take in the bustling prosperity of the plaza below.
However, at this moment, her heart was not attuned to appreciate the bustling and opulence; she felt like a clown, a clown from beginning to end.
It wasn't until this very moment that she was jolted from her sleepwalking state, realizing that Pang Feng, whom she had always looked down upon and considered arrogant and presumptuous, was actually someone who stood high above the clouds, a figure she couldn't even hope to reach.
"Is this really true? Oh my God, how could this be? How could I have been so foolish as to never see his extraordinary nature?" Gu Xiaowei's mind was in turmoil, tirelessly questioning herself.
She struggled to believe what was before her, finding it difficult to accept it all:
