Nine years have passed since the first time she came to this room of less than 30 square meters when she was 12 years old. The hotel has been decorated twice both inside and outside, but He Ming still stubbornly stays in this small space.
If you introduce him to a better place sincerely, he will only glance at you lightly, continue to play with the tulip-shaped wine glass in his hand gracefully, take a sip, slightly raise the corner of his mouth at a nice angle, and say slyly, "I obviously live very well, but actually, you want me to live in your house, right?"
It's too soft, but if it's hard, he will blink his big eyes like Bambi, like a child who can't get a candy toy, folding his arms aggrievedly, and keep muttering "I just want to stay here, I'm not going anywhere."
There was nothing anyone could do to him, and gradually, people gave up the idea of asking him to move out of Room 2104.
How could He Ming be willing to leave here? This is the place where his sun rises for the first time.
He was almost obsessed, forgetting everything, and followed the hot center. His footsteps never stopped from that day on, and he was determined that he would not be able to stop in the future...