"The air conditioner blows but dead air, and I, Hang Yishao, refuse to be confined in a gust of death," he would always say, before leaping straight from the balcony into the garden's swimming pool, much to the chagrin of Hang's mother.
Since the incident that night on the yacht, the garden swimming pool had been undisturbed for a long time, though the water was changed daily because Hang's mother said, you never know when the young master might be in the mood to dive again. Hang Yishao, who leapt from the balcony, possessed a momentum that seemed to scorn everything from above.
When Fei Qing and Chang Chi entered the door, the Hang Yishao they saw no longer had any momentum. In the sweltering summer, there was not a breath of wind in his room, which was completely blocked by opaque sunshades. The room was very quiet; a figure could be seen lying on the bed.
