Chen Yan's complex was considered one of the most upscale on Qin Island. Otherwise, it wouldn't be so expensive.
Thus, the greenery coverage was remarkably high. Coupled with separate routes for pedestrians and vehicles, walking in the complex felt like strolling in a park—delightful and refreshing.
Yet previously, Chen Yan had always commuted to and from work via the underground garage and had barely wandered around the complex, unaware of its beauty: a common situation for many urban office workers.
After leaving the complex and reaching the gate, he greeted the security guard and left through the main gate.
Just as he exited, Chen Yan saw Zhao Ying.
Zhao Ying looked unusually different tonight.
Perhaps because it was a cold winter evening, she had donned the military coat Chen Yan had bought for her.
Her face was flushed from the cold; she was huddled up, hands tucked into her sleeves, crouching by a flowerbed, poking at something. She resembled a homeless person...
