The morning sun shone upon the villa courtyard, where flowers and plants thrived in the sunlight, competing in splendor.
Lin Fei practiced Tai Chi in the courtyard.
The movements were gentle, like floating clouds, with palms opening and closing, blending yin and yang.
On the third floor of the villa, in front of the floor-to-ceiling glass of a bedroom, stood Su Xiaoyue.
Just out of bed, she was still in her pajamas, her long hair like satin, slightly messy, yet it added a touch of allure to her snow-white skin.
She watched Lin Fei practicing Tai Chi in the courtyard, her eyes reflected in the morning sunlight, shining brightly.
Her gaze on Lin Fei was filled with deep and abiding admiration…
Last night at the Dragon Club, Lin Fei faced Lu Yichen, Zhu Zirui, and Major General Li with calm and ease, effortlessly resolving a crisis that could have escalated into significant trouble.
This earned him Su Xiaoyue's complete admiration, her heart entirely filled with Lin Fei.
