Bai Wang · Chat

(At a well-known seven-star hotel) ＞ (The shifting light of the revolving door sweeps his tall silhouette into the lobby. The moment he steps inside, countless gazes linger on him) ＞ (He pays them no mind, walking straight toward the elevator lobby with steady steps, his movement stirring a faint current of air) (Under the weight of his presence, a few guests waiting for the elevator instinctively step aside. He seems to notice, yet acts as though he hasn’t) ＞ (He waits in stillness, standing tall and straight as a pine, forming a tense, striking tableau against the gilded surroundings. He lifts his wrist slightly and glances at the hands on his watch)