Hǎichéng, the cold wind blows bleakly.
As it was a day off, Grace Harper didn't go to work but instead went out with her driver. She told the Griffith family's driver that she wanted to buy some baby items and asked him not to follow her.
The driver couldn't disobey Grace's order, so he agreed to wait in the car for her. Grace nodded and went into a mall inside the World Trade Center.
The newly opened restaurant was located in a secluded corner of the World Trade Center, with few customers. Grace glanced around then entered.
The interior of the restaurant was intricately stylish with a strong vintage vibe. Grace walked straight in, and no one stopped her.
It wasn't until she reached the innermost room that Grace knocked on the door.
A woman as beautiful as a fairy sat by the bed, holding a photo which had been crumpled by her grip.
"Sister Chloe."