PREVIEW
... morning sun was on the rise.
Inside the hotel’s Presidential Suite.
Tang Qing, draped in a bathrobe, stood before the floor-to-ceiling windows, gazing at the distant cityscape, feeling only one thing: crowded. An endless urban sprawl, not many high rises, the tallest building being a TV tower.
In the distance.
Thanks to the decent air quality, Mt. Fuji was faintly visible.
Looking at this city.
Tang Qing’s eyes narrowed slightly.
Here.
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