The clearest feeling is that my mind becomes clearer and sharper.
The business logic and mind games that used to require deliberate analysis and judgment are now extraordinarily transparent.
A subtle sense of control slowly flows forth.
…
10:30 PM.
Lanfeng International Hotel, 30th floor, Presidential Suite.
"Beep——"
The door lock emits a barely perceptible soft sound, and the heavy double doors silently glide open.
Tang Song steps in.
The magnificent curtains and suspended chandelier cast a soft warm light.
In the air, there's a faint high-end fragrance mixed with rose and sandalwood, ambiguous and tranquil.
The whole suite is unusually quiet.
Changing into slippers, crossing the empty living room.
Tang Song slows his steps a bit.
The door to the master bedroom is slightly ajar, not completely closed.
A soft glow quietly streams through the crack, illuminating a small warm area of the long pile carpet in the hallway.
