The weather in City A is always unpredictable in late autumn.
By six in the evening, the sky is already as dark as spilled ink. Gale-force winds whip dead leaves through the European-style villas of the Dijngyuan estate. Thunder rumbles in the distance. An autumn storm has been brewing for a long time and could break at any moment.
Lin Qian sits at her dressing table, gazing at her pale yet still exquisite reflection. She is wearing an ill-fitting, old-style Chanel suit, the most presentable outfit she could find. But it does nothing to hide the dark circles under her eyes or her exhausted appearance.
