Destined Entwining: Capturing My Devoted Beau-Chapter 684 - 356: This Is Luck (Second Update, 1500+ Monthly Tickets)

This plot of land is actually quite far from Capital City; even without traffic, it takes two hours by car.

Of course, if Lawrence Winters is driving, she can make it in one and a half hours.

Kenneth Osborne would not give her the chance to show off her driving skills.

So, they arrived at their destination over two hours later.

Lawrence Winters got out of the car and checked her phone; it was already past eight in the evening.

Surrounding them was complete darkness. Their plot of land was situated on relatively high ground and had been leveled for construction, appearing in the distance as a hat-shaped plateau outlined under the moonlight.

The plot is still in a state of rest, with only a few temporary houses built; no one has moved in yet.

Lawrence Winters and Kenneth Osborne, hand in hand, walked up the makeshift forest path towards the mountain.

The villa land has been leveled, and once the architectural plans are completed and approved, construction can begin.

As Lawrence Winters walked, she attentively sensed the changes in the surrounding Spirituality, nodding quietly. She said to Kenneth Osborne, "Far Brother, I feel that the mountains and water really have their own Spirituality."

"What do you mean?"

Lawrence Winters closed her eyes, took a deep breath, exhaled, and said, "The last time I was here, the atmosphere made me somewhat uncomfortable, oppressive, and indescribably stifling, as if something was blocked."

"Now that feeling is completely gone, like a closed room suddenly opening its windows, with fresh air rushing in, bringing comfort from the depths of your heart."

"The landscape knows it will have a better use, so the entire Spirituality has changed."

Lawrence Winters tried to describe her feelings in down-to-earth language.

Kenneth Osborne laughed, "Are you sure it’s the Spirituality of the landscape? Are you sure it’s not the change in your own mood?"

"The last time you came, you were almost driven to despair. Of course you’d feel oppressive and stifled."

"Now the problem is solved—more than solved, it will bring you great benefits. Aren’t you comforted from the depths of your heart? When you see this plot of land, what you see is money..."

Lawrence Winters was embarrassed by his words and lightly punched him, "Far Brother, you’ve changed. You’re being cheeky!"

"I’m not being cheeky; I think that’s exactly the reason." Kenneth Osborne, holding a flashlight, accompanied her to the top of the flattened mountain area.

Standing there, they looked across at the winding river illuminated with bright lights, more vibrant than the last time she saw it.

Lawrence Winters stood on tiptoe for a while, pointing at the lights and said, "A bridge will be built there; it should have already started construction."

She gestured to explain their measures, "At the foot of our mountain, a protective corridor will be built, like a barrier, to deflect the bridge’s ominous influences. In feng shui terms, it’s called ’dispelling harm.’

Kenneth Osborne smiled, neither affirming nor denying, and switched off the flashlight.

The darkness immediately enveloped Lawrence Winters’ vision.

After a while, her eyes adjusted to the darkness, and everything gradually became clear again.

"Many plants will be planted before and after the corridor, just like the vegetation on the mountain behind us." Lawrence Winters said as she glanced back at the hill, "That way, the overall Spirituality will be in harmony, which is beneficial for the residents on this land."

She withdrew her gaze, a brilliant arc seemed to flash through her mind.

Lawrence Winters suddenly thought of something and quickly turned back to look at the hill.

At this moment, the hill was as serene as a noblewoman who had just bathed and dressed, fresh and beautiful.

There were no lights on the hill, but small spots of light began to appear densely.

These little specks danced across the hill like stars fallen to earth, or like tiny gems embedded in a beautiful gown, twinkling brightly.

"Fireflies... I didn’t expect there to be so many fireflies here..." Lawrence Winters murmured, this was a scene she hadn’t witnessed last time.

When the moonlight was bright last time, the glow of the fireflies wasn’t as noticeable.

Tonight was overcast; the moon was obscured, making the fireflies’ light stand out.

The hill, designated as a national first-grade protected forest land, is slightly lower than where they stood now, the terrain more level; otherwise, it wouldn’t have been designated as a cemetery.

Now it’s no longer a cemetery, and the woods will be preserved, casting oblique shadows at night, like threads dangling from the sky, with the little fireflies as beaded strands.

Lawrence Winters turned her head again, looking at the place at the mountain’s foot where the corridor would be built.

If the corridor is constructed and similarly planted with vegetation, there would be fireflies too, wouldn’t there?