With eyes imbued with a crazed fixation, they stared down from above at the cruise ship at sea.
Since around seven in the morning, Wen Maixue had been standing atop the "Golden Coast" high-rise, gazing at the distant festive-looking wedding cruise ship on the sea.
Wen Maixue stood higher and could see farther than Su Ziceng, like now, she could overlook the entire Mo City. This city that had nurtured her for over twenty years seemed so insignificant from this vantage point.
"Su Ziceng, don't be so smug," Wen Maixue walked towards the rooftop, the oppressiveness brought by a hundred-story building was self-evident. Yet, Wen Maixue wasn't in the mood to feel frightened; she couldn't let others gloat while she scrambled around in disgrace like a lost dog.
