This time of year is supposed to have the best weather.
The noon breeze gently blows, but it doesn't have the cold bite of winter, nor the oppressive heat of summer; it feels comfortable.
Such warm sunshine scatters softly like golden yellow, even the bluestone pavements are illuminated, giving off a round and gentle glow.
The alley bought by Ji Wu spans several courtyards, most of which house koi and green plants. Some have begonia trees, others have banana trees; their lush green leaves peek over the low walls, glistening in the sunlight, exquisite like green jade.
It's almost summer, but the weather is fresh and crisp. There's a faint rose scent left by Charlotte Miller in the air, permeating his senses along with that exquisite silhouette half-hidden under the tree's shade, making everything appear wonderful.
If it weren't for this damned wedding, today would almost make him happy.
