The crystal chandelier in the revolving restaurant on the top floor of the Dorsett Hotel reflected cold light. Lin Wan stared at the slowly rotating Oriental Pearl outside the glass curtain wall, her stomach cramping due to empty stomach. The phone screen lit up, and the picture of her father with a nasogastric feeding tube in the ICU ward stung her eyes. The smell of disinfectant suddenly spread in her nose - it was the smell that soaked into her clothes when she stayed at her father's bedside for three days and nights.
