บท 221: Chapter 126 "......Incurable.

The high-rise garden standing by the riverbank was engulfed in howling winds and deep darkness, yet within the colossal apartment building, every so often, a crystal chandelier would hang from the ceiling, its soft halo of light dispelling the gloom that shrouded the entire corridor.

The snow-white walls, the red carpet underfoot, and the huge blue and white porcelain vases placed by the walls as decorations were all distinctly visible in the brightly lit world, displayed in a haphazard array.

If the uninitiated were to wander in here, they might think they were in the most luxurious hotel in the city.

One could imagine the elegant scene of high society's men and women mingling and toasting at a banquet... but that was just an illusion.

In fact, on the empty corridor, only Zhu Qingyue, with her backpack, was walking alone at this time.