Strolling along the shady path in the backyard. The night was deep and the dew heavy, making the backyard seem even colder than the front yard at this moment. The backyard was extremely quiet. Street lamps gently scattered light on the pavement, also casting it upon the evergreen greenbelts by the roadside.
He, too, wanted to pick a woman to appease his elder brother and put his mind at ease.
Unfortunately, every time he saw those fake, coquettish women, he wanted to throw them into the Pacific Ocean. He didn't feel even the slightest bit of fondness for them. How could he possibly get along with them?
The kind of woman he liked was like Julia: unpretentious, strong, independent, and confident. Not the type who, just because they were born and raised in affluent families, thought they were princesses, expecting everyone to cater to them, idle and only interested in a life of pleasure.
"Ouch!"
A sudden low cry came.
"Someone under the tree, be care—"
