[BL] Daily Disposable Persona

1: Child of the Wind 01

Dawn was approaching.

A narrow band of white gradually brightened along the eastern horizon, hauling a city hidden in darkness into the light. It was like someone had smeared a wisp of hazy white sand in the sky, cold but radiant.

Although the sky was gloomy, the Huangpu River was still brightly lit.

Dujiakou on the river was China's leading financial center. Every second it birthed unimaginable wealth. It was a city that never slept, and its lights blazed golden red from a distance, standing guard throughout the night.

Today's weather wasn't good. It looked like rain.

The security guard in front of the Jiangzhou Financial Building had a black umbrella in his hand. He dutifully waited at the doors to serve those who came to work but didn't have an umbrella.

This early in the morning, all of Dujiakou was silent.

An hour from now, countless financial elites from all over Jiangzhou would arrive here by car or subway to begin their hectic, busy day.

As the minutes passed it began to rain.

Hazy drizzle fell from the sky like countless ethereal threads.

Through the curtain of rain, the security guard saw a man approaching, covered in a cloak of darkness.

The guard quickly trotted over to hold the black umbrella over the head of the visitor.

"Thank you." The young man nodded politely and smoothly expressed his gratitude.

He was born with a handsome, lazy appearance, slender and long-boned. He wore a white shirt, black school uniform pants, and a dark blue marigold school badge on his chest.

Because it had just rained, his black hair was a little damp. Transparent beads of water clung to his hair like pearls embellishing fine silk.

Today was a work day. A student in a school uniform clearly didn't belong at the door of a major financial office building.

However, this building was famous for celebrities, and the children of a certain boss often came to visit. Not to mention, the school logo on the boy's uniform belonged to Qingyang High School. This was a famous aristocratic school in Jiangzhou. Even if you had money, you couldn't necessarily get in. You had to have some kind of background.

The security guard was about to speak, but the boy lowered his head slightly and gave him a glance.

There was nothing different about the glance itself, except for a faint chaotic stream of light flashing in his eyes.

The security guard fell into a trance. His face suddenly relaxed.

For a while he was silent. Still holding the umbrella, he walked to the office building, opened the entrance with his own access card, then stood aside like a wooden mannequin, a faithful, loyal guard.

"Excuse me."

The young man brushed past him. He turned his head and walked into the elevator hall with a snap of his fingers.

The moment the elevator door closed, the security guard returned to himself. He froze, looked at the umbrella in his hand, and revealed a puzzled expression.

"Strange... Did I just go out? "

The raindrops on the black umbrella slowly dripped down, plopping on the ground. That was his only answer.

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Zong Yan stood in the center of the elevator.

He casually pressed the button for the top floor, and the elevator slowly began to ascend the elevator shaft. The empty interior reverberated with the cheerful sound of Haydn's Cello Concerto in C major, pleasant but subdued.