A sneaky figure ran into the white building. She looked around and found that no one had seen it before entering.

"Master." The visitor knelt down.

A young man stood by the window with his hands clasped and looked at the scenery not far away.

"The beauty is as beautiful as a painting. Will the beauty here belong to me?" The young man opened his palms and looked at the sky carefully for a while, then slowly clenched them into fists, with a determination to win in his ...