The champagne tower reflected tiny fragments of light, but Zhou Ze's warm palm made my fingertips feel cold. His eyes were like a frightened bird, darting to the left and back in panic. My fingers touched the hard card in the inner pocket of his suit—a presidential suite room card that had been swiped two hours ago.
At this second, the noise in the eardrums suddenly became sharper. The world was muted, and an electric roar was forcibly injected into my mind:
[Don't look at the room card... If she finds out about the shortfall, I'll be doomed... That lunatic Lin Yao said that as long as tonight...]
[As long as she finishes this scene and gets her father's bridge loan, this stupid woman can throw it away...]
Purpose: Break the shackles of perfectionism and embrace the unknown self