Zhu Lake Grand Hotel.
Room 3601. It was a suite. When the curtains in the living room were drawn, the panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows offered a distant view of Zhu Lake's scenery. Where the water met the sky, faint flocks of birds flew past, and a few long sails drifted with the wind.
"In the blink of an eye, it's been over forty years."
Lou Hechuan stood in front of the window, his expression distant. He gazed at the shimmering waves, the light in his eyes scattered, lost in thoughts unknown.
Click—
At this moment, the door opened. A middle-aged man in a suit walked in, followed by the young man who had just helped him pack salted duck eggs in the restaurant, and another man dressed in black. The man was tall and thin, wore dark sunglasses, and exuded a cold, knife-sharp aura.
"Vice Observatory Master Yuan!"
