Chapter 841: Gathering in Tokyo
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In the secret garden of Tokyo, within the garden, fluffy grass sprawled like a green carpet, morning dew scattered on the tips of the leaves, glistening and lustrous as if they were pearls.
The last crape myrtle flowers energetically burst into bloom at the very tips of their branches. Beneath the flower trellis and on the swaying swing, Angel Iliya sat barefoot, her head slightly tilted, her long golden hair cascading down like a waterfall over her pure light blue cloak, vibrant and elegant, like a sprite among the flowers, captivatingly beautiful. Yet she looked like a lifeless doll, somewhat absent-minded.
Frank stood under the wooden corridor in the distance, gazing at Angel and heaving a deep sigh.
"Angel, some friends from Great China have come to see you," Mike called out loudly, breaking the tranquil silence of the moment.