In the hallway, a faint scent of tidewater could be detected, a smell accumulated over the years.
The white plaster on the walls had fallen off, revealing the gray concrete beneath.
This room in the old building was quite large, a full one hundred and fifty square meters.
The lighting wasn't great, appearing somewhat dim even during the day. Most of the floor tiles had lost their luster, with some even cracked and damaged.
However, the wardrobe in the house was new, and the walls were freshly painted, quite white.
The old man in a long gown, his eyes blind, sat in a rocking chair, with a cane beside him, listening to the TV while gnawing on a hot bun.
His name was Xiang Kunlun, a name full of bravado.
The sound of a key turning in the door lock echoed.
"Dad, we're back. We brought you something to eat."
Two men entered the room, their brows bearing some resemblance to Xiang Kunlun's, though with a hint of the mundane.
Xiang Kunlun said nothing, focused on eating his bun.
