"Brother" Jin Chenyan stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the penthouse suite for a long time. When the third cigarette burned between his fingers, he remembered that he was supposed to have a social gathering tonight. He lowered his head and dusted the cuffs of his shirt—black, crisp, and meticulously buttoned to the top—and suddenly heard a burst of messy footsteps coming from the corridor outside the door.
The pace was too fast, as if being chased by the rain, or chasing someone.
The door is unlocked. He never locks the door. In this hotel that belongs to him, the entire top floor is a restricted area.
