The afternoon sun was bright, and the sound of waves echoed from afar.
In the winter sky, white clouds floated endlessly, the sun spreading its halo, dispelling dampness and cold.
Flowers were blooming, birds were singing.
While some poor souls were almost out of breath...
Bang!
The workshop door slowly opened, revealing a tattered figure struggling to move, writhing on the ground, barely breathing.
And beneath him, the cashmere carpet sizzled, leaving a scorched yellow trail wherever he went.
The heat spread.
"Trash, trash... Give me trash..."
Ji Jue reached out with great difficulty, pleading with the person on the sofa, his eyes blurry with tears: "Just a bite, Senior, just one bite..."
Ye Chun lay on the sofa, resting her chin on her hand, gloating over his misfortune.
"Hmm? Who's talking? Sorry, I can't hear you."
