The Yuanming Garden, destined to leave a mark on the history of human civilization.
The smoke of battle has drifted away, but the desolation remains. Broken columns lean like a harp, while wild roses grow wildly over the baroque patterns. Marble arches are half-buried in wild grass, and vines twist through the engravings of the Qianlong Era, turning the cloud patterns into a green cascade.
The remnant pond ripples with half an acre of sunlight, and broken bridge piers slant into heaps of lotus. Koi swim in the reflections of the algae ceiling, and sunlight drapes over the ruins of the European buildings. The empty seats of the Twelve Beast Heads cast long shadows, just enough to catch the cicada song spilling out from the cracks in the old foundations.
"I haven't had the chance to thank you for giving me the dog head."
Jiang Chen spoke softly.
Beside him, Miss He Four was dressed unusually, in a floral dress that starkly contrasted with the surrounding desolation.
