The living room was enormous.
Under the luxurious crystal chandelier, there was an independent bar, understated luxury sofas, an indoor swimming pool...
It should have been unanimous; the place didn't look like a living room.
In the far corner of the living room, the pristine classical curtains were half open, and through the clear floor-to-ceiling windows lay a sky of sparse mists.
Gazing down through the thin mist, one could observe the hustle and bustle of the metropolis with its population in the millions.
Xia Feng came to a stop and looked up at the colored glaze wall in front of him, where at the very top hung a simple mural.
In the painting, Mu Qingtong wore a silver crown, her elegant off-the-shoulder black gown trailed the ground, and atop the highest step of the palace staircase, her peerless beauty was serene and refined as her captivating eyes looked down upon the masses.
It was as if she was looking down on Xia Feng just as he happened to look up.
