Legitimacy Belongs to the Victor
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
A year later.
It was July in Taiwan, and the weather was extremely hot. The sea breeze mixed with the smell of of the ocean, making people feel slightly damp from head to toe.
Lin Qian was in a military styled short-sleeved shirt and shorts, wearing a white broad-brimmed hat, and a beautiful white-jade bracelet on her wrist. She was driving in a large off-road jeep.
Through the densely wooded path, the sun shined like large chunks of gold and mottled the road ahead. It took ten minutes to reach a row of quiet, white holiday homes. She stopped at one of the front doors and picked up the freshly bought breakfast from the driver's seat. She pushed the door and walked in.
The room was bright and scented with tea.
Li Zhicheng sat on a lounge chair by the window, and was reading. Hearing the noise, he looked up at her with his dark eyes.
Lin Qian smiled when she saw him.