"Lawyer Xiang, Lawyer Xiang? You're distracted."
The room was quiet, with a gentle piano piece playing. Xiang Yuan and Mark sat on two opposing sofas, separated by a large square coffee table, its side measuring over one and a half meters.
Xiang Yuan had a notebook on his lap; he was supposed to be carefully noting down Mark's statements. But whether it was today's soft sunlight, or the large coffee table creating too much distance, or the piano piece easing his thoughts, in any case, Xiang Yuan got distracted.
Xiang Yuan quickly gathered his thoughts and apologized, "Sorry about that. Mark, please continue. Where were we?"
Mark crossed one leg, rested his elbows on the sofa's armrests, and pressed his ten fingers together against his chin.
"Lawyer Xiang, I'm asking if you've ever had thoughts like mine—have you ever wished to become another person?"
