The six-floor building was not high enough, as a new day arrived and the morning light peeked through the clouds, this area by the Suzhou River came to life again.
In the luxurious suite, deliberately opened with gaps for ventilation, the occasional honking of vehicles and the noise of pedestrians on the street could be heard.
Zhou Wang lay on the big bed with his hands under his head, staring blankly at the ceiling.
"Not knowing what year it is in this palace."
Listening to the faint and indistinct noise in his ears, along with a strange sliding sound that seemed almost in front of him, Zhou Wang felt a sense of illusion.
After an unknown amount of time, Zhou Wang's eyes slightly squinted, and at this moment, the glass door of the bathroom was opened, Li Nuoyi stepped out with exposed shoulders, her face flushed as she said to Zhou Wang:
"Mr. Zhou, the bathtub is ready, you see..."
