If only there was snow or rain outside, she could have said that she was actually watching something fall, otherwise, the only thing she was watching – not fall, not quite yet - was the reflection of her own naked body on the large glass window that faced the emptiness of deep space.

Behind her back, she can only felt the caress of her long dark hair, the only gentle stroke her skin was to know that night – night, day… it was hard to tell from that eternally starred emptiness – since the hands of that man were unlikely to leave you the idea he actually stroked you, even when he did, and he rarely did. Considering what a narcissist and a perfectionist he used to be in anything he did, he was quite a swift, cold-blooded lover. The man's young face was now resting on the light-blue pillow, emotionless, and looking a lot less dangerous with his purple eyes closed, unable to cast those stingy glances that usually made anyone forget about his almost childish features.

Behind her back, she could pretend to hear his regular breath vibrating in the darkness, but the breath of that unimaginably powerful man never changed, not even when he was fast asleep, to the point that from time to time Wang Liu Mei wondered if he was not just faking to sleep and still keeping his vigilant eyes on her, even from behind his closed eyelids – but he was not.
There was only the quiet, so clean and anonymous emptiness of the chamber wrapped around her tired limbs.

The young woman quivered.

Behind her back, there were the hardly concealed glances of silent jelousy that Hong Long used to escort her all the way to the places where Ribbons Almark, time after time, was waiting for her.
Behind her back, there was that tiny shade of malicious despise that curled up the gracious lips of Regene Regetta as he bids her goodbye after their meetings, perfectly aware, maybe amused at the idea, of what was going to follow every time he left her and Ribbons Almark alone.

All of this was mute and subtle, running under the surface as all the many other unspoken ill things Wang Liu Mei hated so much.

All around her, Wang Liu Mei saw only that hopeless emptiness, the same old emptiness she's always felt inside, the same old emptiness that she used to feel every time - mute sweat, hasty moves, slow fall after the peak of blinding light - he was lying on top of her, resting on her shoulder for just a moment, before closing his eyes without a word and falling asleep on his side of the bed, with that breath of him that never ever changed his pace….
The young woman bent over his serene face, paler than usual in the dusk, and inspired one of his breaths: it smelled of nothing.

She could have betrayed him any time, she could have killed him anytime, was Ribbons Almark really considering her that useless and harmless, to sleep that way by her side, without not even bothering to spy her from behind his closed lids...? She could have betrayed him anytime, and for a moment, the air in the chamber seemed to vibrate under the influence of something, but suddenly, that something vanished and Liu Mei was left alone again, curled upon her dull desire of finally feeling something and tired, so deadly tired of that nothingness.

If not even him, the most powerful man on Earth was able to fill that void, than she wondered who could ever do that….