They had heard too much about everything here, but they couldn't get in, until today!
Rose's mud-soaked and filthy broken shoes stepped on the mirror-like marble floor, and a smile silently crept to the corner of his mouth, as the sorrow of his companion's death was completely washed away in this moment.
This feeling, he couldn't even describe it!
The others looked at the floor that could reflect their figures like a mirror, and for a moment didn't even know where to step, while some were afraid of dirtying or damaging the floor and didn't dare to enter.
Rose didn't care about any of that, he strode into the hall, and several female receptionists were shivering behind the counter, not daring to lift their heads.
There were also some foreign tourists who hadn't had time to escape standing with pale faces in the corner of the hall with their companions, and some desperately trying to act calm, assuming these people wouldn't do anything to them, and sat on the sofa.
