Mr. Bai Nian always felt that time on Island No. 3 passed by very quickly. Though the time was synchronized, he often had this illusion.
The climate was perpetually spring-like, the temperature pleasant, the air fresh, and then there were... the blossoming peach trees.
So beautiful, so peaceful—it was like the last haven on earth for someone like him who had always been battling in the outside world.
Only here could he truly find peace.
"Mr. Bai..."
An Chushi entered, his voice warm and humble, matching the atmosphere of the small island perfectly.
Mr. Bai Nian didn't turn around; his gaze remained fixed ahead as if on an endless Peach Blossom Garden. As far as the eye could see, there was nothing but pink.
Especially when a gentle breeze blew, pink petals fell like a rain of flowers.
It was truly beautiful—this was the Lost Paradise personally crafted by Huo Tianqing.
"Mr. Siyu has already left," An Chushi continued.
