The next day.
On the third day of the Lunar New Year.
It wasn't even 6 in the morning yet.
His parents were still in bed, and Old Wu and his daughter were still sleeping as well. Zhang Ye had already woken up and walked out of the villa to the beach. He laid down on a recliner and watched the sea from behind his sunglasses. Listening to the sound of the waves and enjoying the cool sea breeze, he felt particularly at peace.
Family.
Freedom.
This is what life is.
