The third floor of the hotel is the largest banquet hall in the entire hotel, a place Polly Sutton rarely visits, let alone the third floor.
The color of the corridor outside the elevator is like the depths of the ocean, and it doesn't seem to be simply plastered from a design sheet. As she touches it, she can even feel the sensation of the flowing sea water.
So this could not have been prepared overnight.
When did he start doing this?
A small fish swims across the palm of her hand, and she can even feel the trace it leaves behind as it passes by.
She continues forward, as if rising above the water surface, passing through the bird-chirping and flower-fragrant spring, the lotus-scented summer, the fruit-aromatic autumn, the snow-covered winter, each season presenting a different version of them, every setting built was a house she had designed before.
