Summer, Hongnong.
Yuanbei Mountain, Summer Resort Mountain Villa belonging to Tian'an Commerce Assembly.
The scorching sun steams the heat upward, only the wind passes through the forest, bringing a hint of coolness mixed with the fragrance of grass and wood. Golden spots of light pass through the gaps in the leaves, jumping and cracking along the window ledge, while the sound of cicadas tirelessly washes over the villa's silence.
Hua Hong sat alone on the bed, staring out at the flourishing forest in a daze, the room filled with a suffocating blend of herbs and rotten wood, until a very light footstep entered, breaking this stagnant silence.
He didn't even need to turn around; the invisible pressure brought by the owner of the footstep had already made the air stagnate.
