C City, winter, Hanjue Hotel, twenty-ninth floor.
A wine party was underway here, the hall bustling with people coming and going.
Men and women held tall stemmed glasses and moved about, chatting casually.
Xia Chuqing had drunk a little too much. She sat on the sofa, her eyes half-closed, holding her forehead.
Even though it was winter, the hall was warm, and her outfit was rather revealing.
A sky-blue one-shoulder bodycon dress hugged her perfect, curvaceous figure tightly. Her jet-black hair was styled in a bun tied at the back, with a swinging pearl necklace brushing against her ears.
Yesterday, she had flown from Paris to C City because there was this wine party today.
She was still six months away from graduation, but a few days ago, she had learned some news: her father had long since been taken into custody and imprisoned under the "two-regulations" system.
She could no longer remember how she felt upon hearing the news—pain? Numbness? Or an unspeakable despair?
