Compared to China, where the moon climbed the treetops, Europe was bathed in dazzling sunshine. In a luxurious estate in Europe, Angel, the controller of Angel Intelligence Station, lay lazily on the sofa, enjoying the rare sunshine.
Under the sunlight, Angel's casually draped golden hair fluttered in the wind, giving off a faint glow like golden silk, almost covering more than half of her face. Her oversized sunglasses concealed two-thirds of her face, revealing smooth skin without the coarseness typical of Western women, but rather the unique delicacy of the East, like flawless white jade.