Though the sunlight shining on people was no longer warm, they could still feel the immense power it had once possessed. Even now, the traces of sunlight left in the human genes remained so deep and vivid.
The Sun Room was warm. The blooming flowers and plants made it impossible to imagine that the temperature outside was still below freezing.
After the young maid brought the two of them afternoon tea and pastries, she left. The entire Sun Room was left with only Lin Qi and Ms. Tracy.
"When it came to enjoying life, capitalists really knew best."
Holding freshly brewed coffee, eating pastries that were not overly sweet, and basking in sunlight that was not actually very warm but was accompanied by fully powered heating, time seemed to slow its steps slightly at that moment.
The coffee's unique fragrance began to spread through his mouth, washing away the cloying sweetness left by the pastries. A faint bitterness carried the hint of an indistinct sourness, and his entire being seemed to be cleansed by some kind of power.
Ms. Tracy praised it sincerely, while also envying such a life.
Her life had never been poor. In fact, it could be described as very wealthy.
Her father was a longtime former mayor who had served for many years. His interests were deeply tied to those of the local capitalists, making him the sort of entrenched mayor who had friends in both the State Government and Congress.
Her uncle was a patriarch, the greatest religious leader in the region. His fanatical believers were willing not only to give him their money, but even to dig out their own hearts and offer them to God's representative—the old patriarch.
She had lived a wealthy life, received an excellent education, and was loved by everyone