One hand slipped casually into his pocket. The other rested lightly on the smooth edge of the rail. He leaned forward slightly, his posture relaxed, yet his gaze focused sharply downward.
Below, the women's section felt entirely different, alive with soft conversation, elegant laughter, and the delicate clinking of porcelain cups and wine glasses. Dresses in soft pastels and rich jewel tones moved like flowing color across the marble floor, each woman carefully composed, each interaction layered with hidden intention.
And among them all....
He found her.
Lin Shuyin.
Even in a room filled with carefully curated elegance, she stood apart without trying. The deep jade-green silk of her dress caught the light with every movement, the fabric shifting smoothly over her figure. Her posture was straight, her expression calm, her presence drawing eyes whether she acknowledged it or not.
