162 That Mannerism

Toronto, Canada.

The city's nightlights were reflected on the great lake, shimmering under the not-so-dark sky. The city lights were so bright that only a handful of stars could be seen in the sky. Although the view was not breathtaking, it was still beautiful and some may even call it romantic.

Inside his penthouse unit, Lu Zihao didn't even notice the view. He was so used to seeing it every day that it no longer moved him. Even though he paid a fortune for this very view when he purchased his condo unit.

He was reclining on his king-sized bed, preoccupied with his laptop computer on a lap desk. His usual laid-back countenance was nowhere to be seen. It was replaced by an intense, almost demonic expression which made his already roguish looks even more alluring. His handsomeness no longer expressed a carefree attitude but an aura of danger instead.