Feng Tian had to disappear

Meanwhile, at the Qui's family mansion, like every other day, the usual bustle of day to day activities filled the air, while the afternoon sun bathed the mansion's elegant features casting a warm glow on it, belying the usual somber atmosphere within.In his study, Han Ke Ming sat at his desk, surrounded by the soft light filtering in through the tall windows. The room, usually cold and austere, seemed to come alive in the sunlight, the warmth dispelling the cold atmosphere.

Accompanied by the gentle strains of music emanating from the vintage gramophone in the corner, Han Ke Ming focused intently on the Jenga pieces laid out before him. With a furrowed brow, he carefully considered each move, his mind momentarily consumed by the simple task at hand, a temporary reprieve from the million tumultuous thoughts swirling in his head.