Ling Momo gently pushed open the door and saw Li Qingshen standing quietly in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. On the nearby coffee table was a delicate little teapot, with a teacup beside it emanating curling steam, the fragrance of tea drifting gently through the air.
Li Qingshen wore a beige shirt, standing with his back to her, exuding a casual elegance. The sunlight outside the floor-to-ceiling window was splendidly bright, the sky blue and clouds white, the mountains high and trees green, like a beautifully composed painting.
Yet, this scene seemed somewhat familiar to Ling Momo.
In her mind, she couldn't help but connect the man in front of her with Enson. Enson had also stood with his back to her like this. Outside the floor-to-ceiling window of the "Imperial Palace" penthouse was the bustling night view of City X.