A pair of eyes, filled with a manic obsession, gazed down from a high vantage point at the cruise ship on the sea.
Since around seven o'clock in the morning, Wen Maixue had been standing atop the high-rise of "Golden Coast," looking out at the wedding cruise ship on the sea which, even from a distance, revealed its celebratory hues.
Compared to Su Ziceng, Wen Maixue stood higher and saw further, like now—she could overlook the entire Mo City. This city that had nurtured her for over twenty years seemed so insignificant from this height.
"Don't get too smug, Su Ziceng," Wen Maixue walked toward the rooftop; the oppressiveness of the hundred-story building was self-evident. But at this moment, Wen Maixue was not in the mood to fear, unwilling to allow others to gloat while she herself was in a state of disarray, like a dog that had lost its home.
