Inside the luxuriously appointed presidential suite, Luo Qi’s elegant purple-red curtains billowed like waterfalls in the evening breeze. The exquisite crystal chandelier cast a soft, warm glow over the expensive snow-white Persian carpet. Several masterpieces adorned the simple yet tasteful and beautifully finished feature wall. Everything was romantic and cozy, except for the delicate-looking young woman leaning against the enormous double bed, her face pale.
Her clear, bright eyes shimmered like autumn waters, a faint trace of tears glistening in them. Tear tracks still marked her breathtaking face, and her jade-white hands clutched the front of her clothes. Her gaze darted around, the panic and helplessness in her wide eyes enough to break anyone’s heart.
