Hai Meimei held an emerald nail file in his hand, with a cup of coffee placed in front of him and the high-rises of Shanghai visible through the window, while the bustling traffic roared below.
Hai Meimei carefully filed his nails, a few strands of hair falling over his eyes, making him resemble the graceful silhouette of a lady of substantial family, through a filmy layer, though he was indeed a man.
"Sigh..."
Having finished his manicure, he gently blew on his nails, looking quite content, only to have his tranquility shattered by the sudden ringing of the doorbell.
He slipped the nail file into his pocket and sipped the coffee in front of him. He didn't go to open the door, because he knew that door couldn't stop the person on the other side.
A pool of mercury-like liquid seeped through the crack under the door, climbing onto the chair in front of Hai Meimei, and slowly forming a human shape, becoming more refined.
