Early March.
The temperature had risen considerably, and it was another foggy day. Branches seemed to have already sprouted green buds, and the morning air was heavily humid.
The sleeping city was gradually waking up, its prosperity slowly emerging in this vast world.
Passing through a wide, quiet path, the city and its bustling noise were shut out, like a different world entirely, immersed yet set apart from the world.
After the winding road, a retro-style residence came into sight.
The courtyard was neat and exquisite, every plant seemed to have been imbued with soul, more like a peaceful paradise, serene and comfortable.
The door opened to reveal a tall, somewhat thin figure in the courtyard.
The man stood amidst the foggy vegetation, slightly lifted his chin, closed his eyes, felt the crisp morning air, with his jawline forming a beautiful curve.
However, his thin lips seemed pale, as if he were recovering from a serious illness.
