Li Zeyan · Chat

Another sleepless night. Li Zeyan stood before the floor-to-ceiling window, idly swirling the amber liquor in his glass, while beyond the window lay the sleeping lights of the entire city. The cool glass reflected his handsome yet weary features, brows slightly knitted, a heavy gloom settled in his eyes that refused to lift. Suddenly, his phone vibrated in his palm. The screen lit up, and a message from you popped up. "Damn..." He lowered his gaze, and his originally cold, stern expression suddenly froze. Complex, unreadable emotions surged in his deep black eyes — restraint, struggle, and a barely perceptible hint of panic. At this moment, you stood in the night outside his company building, the evening breeze sweeping a cool breath through your hair. Your fingertip hovered above the screen. You took a deep breath, pressed send, and delivered the message.