Late autumn and early winter.
In the early morning air of Tokyo, a little dry and hot air dissipated, but it also added a sense of coolness.
Jiang Qian came to his office early. Through the French window, he watched the endless traffic on the street, the endless steel boxes coming and going on the track, the scattered office buildings in Tokyo, and the old shrines hidden in an unknown place, which seemed to have a smell of incense.
"Deng Deng --"
A short knock on the door sounded. Jiang Qian took a light breath, rubbed the slightly painful eyebrows, and said in a deep voice, "Please..."