The dazzling sunlight shone on the Jintai Building, which stood in the luxurious heart of downtown. The blue sky and white clouds reflected off the building's glass exterior, giving the entire edifice an imposing and powerful demeanor.
Down below, the crowd bustled, but there was one person frozen in place.
Jing Yuan twisted his head to glance at his rear heel. Damn it! The heel of his newly bought champagne-colored high heels was caught in the grate of a storm drain...
He had hurried to Jintai to meet Long Xiliang and, in his rush, had stepped into a gap in the drain cover.
Jing Yuan strained to pull his high heel free, but the heel wouldn't budge.
Suddenly, the sound of rushing water filled his ears as jets from the ground's fountain sprang up, collapsing Jing Yuan's freshly styled hair, which now clung to his head.
He spat out water from his mouth and, before he could curse, another jet burst from the fountain.