Chapter 78 Andrew

London, England, Saint Paul's Cathedral

The white dome of the cathedral bathed in golden sunlight. Beside it, the green lawn was trimmed into neat, tofu-block shapes. The grey-white cement ground, edged with a row of yellow flowers planted along it, softened the solemnity of the place.

In front of the cathedral, a beautifully handsome man with dazzling blonde hair was dressed in a white suit, standing quietly with his head tilted up, looking at the statue of Queen Anne above the cathedral.

In the early morning hours, there were few tourists entering the church, but each one passing by him couldn't help but cast several glances at the man.

The golden, eye-catching, neatly arranged long hair cascaded over his shoulders in waves, like threads of gold spun out, pure and natural. Perfect and delicate features, any woman's ideal visage, and his tall stature, as though all of God's adjectives for perfection were crafted just for him.