Cen Xi never thought an autographed photo would send her to New York.
Six years ago, they had only met a few times.
Late one night, six years later, he suddenly added her on WeChat and asked her a question:
"Six years ago, did you give me a letter?"
The letter she thought had vanished without a trace. He had kept it for six whole years.
Now, this man was standing in a New York airport, telling her:
"This time, I'll wait for you to speak first."
Only later did she learn that his world wasn't all finance and time zones.
The people around him were hiding knives.
Everyone thought she was Su Qi's weakness.
But they didn't know that this girl from Suzhou could play the game herself.
She said, "Brother Su Qi, you have to win."
He said, "You're not my weakness."
"You're the reason I can't afford to lose."
New York, an old letter, a jade bangle, and a financial battle fought in the shadows.
Twelve time zones away, someone had left a light on for her.
And someone else was lurking in the dark, hoping to make her the seventh person to disappear.
