The courtyard was bathed in bright sunshine.
The connected blue and white long fence that enclosed the courtyard was colored in a gentle and beautiful hue.
Bird feathers floated down, a flash of brilliant gold passing before his eyes.
Su Ming'an reached out to catch the falling feather.
The tail feather, bathed in light, landed gently in his hand, its delicate white fluff brushing against the palm of his hand.
In front of him, the path led beyond the iron fence, into a forest lush and verdant.
"Big brother, no enemies have been detected nearby."
A familiar voice came from behind him.
The young man carrying a sword, bathed in brilliant sunlight, walked beside him, and the signature engraved on the blade sparkled with a glimmering pattern.
The young man smiled, his face bloodless, the sunlight showering down on him, everything clean and brilliant. He smiled like a college student just out of the Ivory Tower.
"Big Brother?"
Getting no response, Mo Yan leaned forward.