He watched helplessly as the heavy iron door slammed shut behind Li Wei, sealing him completely inside this hopeless cage.
By the time Li Wei returned to his luxury apartment in Battery City Park, the morning sun had completely pierced through the Manhattan mist.
When he pushed open the door, the apartment's private chef had just finished making breakfast. Freshly fried bacon and eggs Benedict were laid out on the table, and the aroma of coffee and butter, a stark contrast to the cold air outside, filled the room.
Don Quixote and Lily were eating at the large kitchen island. Seeing Li Wei enter, Lily immediately broke into a brilliant smile and ran to pull out a high-backed stool for him.
Li Wei sat down, casually picked up a sandwich with perfectly crisped, slightly browned edges from a plate, and took a large bite.
