Morning sunlight bathed the earth in golden radiance, making the gardens around the villa glitter. The flowers, grass, and trees seemed to have been coated in a layer of holy light, adding a few more touches of tender green.
Yang Yang lay in the master bedroom on the second floor. Half awake, he seemed to hear the hearty laughter of his son, Yang Guang. He slowly opened his eyes and turned toward the thick curtains, as if he could see his precious son playing and fooling around in the garden below. A wave of contentment filled his heart.
The Champions League Final had ended two days ago!
Over the past two days, he had truly been busy—busier than when he had prepared for the Champions League Final!
The morning after the Final, he flew from Berlin back to Madrid, followed immediately by a nonstop city parade.
It had been a grand parade unlike anything seen in many years. Almost the entire city of Madrid had erupted into celebration. Countless Real Madrid fans had even poured into Madrid from Spain, Europe, and all over the world to celebrate Real Madrid's historic achievement of defending their Treble.
It was an unprecedented accomplishment!
Yang Yang still remembered how the Castilla Avenue had been packed with dense crowds of fans. They had surrounded Real Madrid's bus, forcing it to inch slowly forward. Every fan had been cheering, and countless people had shouted his name at the top of their lungs from time to time.
The feeling had been absolutely wonderful!
From nearly noon until nightfall, from the Bernabéu to Plaza de Cibeles, the celebration parade had finally ended. Every Real Madrid player had been left with only two sensations: hunger and exhaustion.
Real Madrid's management had held a grand celebration banquet, inviting Spain's political