Whoosh...!
The last two guests finally arrived.
Moonlight spilled over them like silver paint, catching the outlines of two breathtaking silhouettes braving the cold wind.
The woman in front walked with swift, impatient steps, wrapped in a beige mink fur coat that hugged her waist, dark boots tapping sharply against the helipad floor.
Her white hair was tied in a loose bun, a few silky strands escaping and falling across her cheek… but what truly stole attention were the two enormous, gravity-defying globes straining against the coat.
Each sway looked like a personal struggle against physics, as if she alone carried the burden of the world on her chest.
Her waist, in cruel contrast, was thin enough for one hand to encircle, a willow stem supporting two mountains.
Behind her, another figure followed with the same blasphemous proportions.
Mother and daughter.
A generational sin.
"…"
Wang Xueying, strapped to her seat, felt her eye twitch violently.
