San Francisco had seen three days of continuous rain, but it had finally stopped.
The sky looked as if it had been washed, clear and pure.
There was even a rainbow in the evening sky, and Di Zhifeng opened the window to let the fresh air in, which made her feel much more comfortable.
Ye Zhantian had a robust constitution, so despite his severe injuries, he was recovering quickly.
Of course, the most important reason might be that he was in a good mood now.
After all, Di Zhifeng had returned to his side.
Three days and nights of companionship and protection gave him a sense of security.
Moreover, the news of the president's downfall was being broadcast, the Angel Foundation was gradually being dissolved, and all the ugly truths were being exposed to the public, now like ugly masks exposed under the sun, with nowhere to hide.
Finally, things were resolved, and Di Zhifeng no longer had to bear unnecessary burdens. From now on, she could live for herself.