Pulling open the curtains, he was greeted by the sight of the massive New York Central Park.
To Chen Yu's delight, it had snowed. It must have fallen sometime last night, as the vast park was now a blanket of white.
Chen Yu looked down while holding a steaming cup of coffee, watching pedestrians pass through and people out for an early morning dog walk, leisurely leaving two sets of footprints behind them.
For a moment, he found himself lost in the view.
With Hill's return to the court, Chen Yu felt as if he had completed a major mission. The pressure in his heart vanished in an instant.
Hill had been afraid, worried about getting injured again after his comeback. Chen Yu had been just as afraid that his treatment wouldn't be effective.
Fortunately, it had ended perfectly.
Just as he was thinking about this, a knock came at the door. A waiter was there to deliver his breakfast.
