Within the opulent confines of his hotel suite, Yang Bojun stood like a solitary figure, his gaze fixed upon the city skyline that stretched out before him like a glittering tapestry. The weight of the day's events hung heavy upon his shoulders, a mantle of ambition and resolve that threatened to consume him from within.
As the last vestiges of daylight faded beyond the horizon, casting the room in a warm, amber glow, Yang Bojun found himself reaching for the sleek, modern lines of his smartphone. With a few deft swipes, he navigated to a familiar contact, his thumb hovering over the call button with a moment's hesitation.
This was a call he had made countless times before, a ritual that had become as natural as breathing, and yet, on this night, it carried a weight that threatened to overwhelm him.
With a steadying breath, he pressed the call button, the soft trill of the ringing tone echoing through the stillness of the room like a heartbeat.
