The final coat of putty had been applied to the exterior walls, and the primer was on too.
One crew of workers left, and another took over. The embedded installations and structural alterations at the Esports Hotel were almost finished too. In a few more days, the mural artist could start on the walls. Once the exterior scaffolding came down, the overall effect would be revealed.
Whether it was good or bad, they would know soon enough.
Progress was lightning-fast.
Wang Xiaoliang stood across the road and glanced at Chengyou's facade, but his thoughts were on Wei Zijin.
He had checked Wei Zijin's flight time no fewer than ten times.
Landing at 3:40 p.m.
Ever since learning that time, he had been out of sorts. His mind wandered while he worked, food lost its appeal, and at night he tossed and turned in bed, his head full of her.
Half a year.
He hadn't seen her for a whole half a year.
How badly did he miss her? So badly that sometimes he woke in the middle of the night and stared blankly at the ceiling, his mind filled with the way she talked, the way she smiled.
He hadn't been like this when he hadn't known for sure whether she was coming.
Now that he was about to see her, everything was different.
He lay in bed, unable to sleep at all.
Rolling over, he took the Book of Fate from the bedside table and turned to the latest page.
[Forty-three arts of changing fate: To treat those around you well without seeking repayment is a blessing in itself.]
He understood after reading it once.
Being good to the people around you without expecting anything in return was itself a blessing.
The principle was simple, but putting