Chapter 147 (Modified) Who Really Can't Distinguish Right From Wrong?

June 23 in the Gregorian calendar, suitable for engagement, seeking offspring, praying, sacrificial offering.

An auspicious day that coincides with the lunar phase, remarkably propitious.

Getting close to midsummer in Gills City, even the wind was sweltering, roaring as it devoured people.

Yet, when that wind blew into Brandon Manor, it was as though it had been tamed, exposing comfort, stirring the colorful macaron balloons scattered across the lawn.

Beneath the balloons were white chairs, with a red carpet in the middle stretching to the side of the stage. Every hundred meters along the carpet, there was a pale pink floral wall, even the arch-shaped stage was built with fresh flowers.

An automatic temperature-controlling watering robot moved across the mansion's white marble, moistening the floral walls formed with hundreds of thousands of blush roses seeming freshly plucked.

A fragrant aroma emanated throughout the manor.