C29 He's gone

Early in the morning, the warm sunlight passed through the thin layer of clouds and shone into the room. It was as warm as a painting.

Leng Ziming looked at the woman in front of him with an expressionless face. He put her hand, which had been holding his hand all night, back under the blanket, walked out the door and dialed his assistant's number.

He had more important things to deal with