Each exit of the banquet hall has a small balcony, standing there, one can see the entire cityscape.
Yu Chiyin left the banquet hall and walked along the corridor all the way to the balcony.
He tugged at his tie, loosening the constricting feeling, took a long breath, letting the cold wind brush his face.
The weather these few days turned increasingly colder, with a dense whiff of winter.
His right hand reached into the pocket of his trousers, touched his phone, took it out, pressed the power button, and the screen lit up automatically.
On it was a picture of Lu Fengxuan standing in front of a rose bush in the garden, turning her head with a smile, her almond eyes curving.
Her clear and clean face was filled with a sense of happiness and security.
In her pair of dark pupils, a white figure was reflected, and upon zooming in, it could be seen that it was his figure.
