In the blink of an eye, Saturday arrived again.
Today was good weather.
Morning sunlight was always just right, neither arrogant nor impatient, shining so the temperature was neither cold nor hot.
An Yang stood outside the small villa wearing a loose, comfortable casual outfit. Directly behind him was the living room separated by floor-to-ceiling glass. Sister Xiao Qian and Huang Lan were sitting on the sofa softly communicating about something, their two heads almost touching together.
Hoo...
An Yang softly breathed out a puff of white vapor and stretched.
The early spring morning was still somewhat cold, and only in the places where the sun shone could one harvest a bit of warmth, which made that pale golden sunlight coming from afar on the eastern horizon all the more precious.
Countless people wanted to capture it, yet it was free, casual, and proud, arriving in an instant and disappearing when it wanted to disappear. Even if it occasionally favored the mortal world, absolutely no one could keep it.
Standing at this position and gazing into the distance, the outline of the city was truly not worth praising; the distance from the small mountain to the city was the most beautiful part.
The grass in that suburban field was withered and yellow, as if the earth had been plated with a layer of golden-yellow luster, intersecting horizontally and vertically into a checkerboard. Natural beauty blended with human rules, while the distant mountains remained lush, layer upon layer, almost reaching no end.
Yet the sunlight shot from over there, and clouds rose from behind the mountains, gradually spreading toward this side.
An Yang could not help but take another long breath.
Just at that moment, a dull sound came from far to near, and a red sports car drove out from