The red sun slowly sank, and the glow on the horizon became increasingly dazzling.
Half an hour passed in the blink of an eye.
Looking at the room, restored to its tidy and bright state, Fang Cheng clapped his hands, feeling much more comfortable.
This is what a normal person's home should be like.
He put the mop and broom into the cleaning cabinet, tidying up properly.
Then he grabbed a chair and sat in front of the large floor-to-ceiling window, his gaze directed at the sunset scenery outside.
From this height, the view was expansive and the scenery was excellent.
On the sea under the sunset, a layer of warm orange halo lay.
Along with the sputtering sound of motors, several returning fishing boats sliced through the waves, slowly entering the harbor.
On the more distant cliff, the white lighthouse abandoned for years stood like a lonely sentinel, silently watching over the sky and sea.
